Here is ther verdict: My Macbook’s battery needs replaced, the irony is that is going to cost me more than it is worth. The question of the night last night was: Trade in and upgrade or replace the battery. Ultimately, I choose to trade and upgrade because as the technician at Apple kept saying, “I would be concerned how much longer you will be able to access certian websites and this Macbook of this age…is no longer recieving updates.” Essentially, mine is a dinosaur – yet, works perfectly fine other than the pad track and battery. For eight years old, that’s impressive to anyone. It’s the longest a laptop has ever lasted me – so I do intend to get a new one.

Until then, I need to focus on saving and praying that this one won’t kick the bucket in the mean time. It makes me feel good that this laptop has survived so much and it only took an old battery to offically think about retiring it.

So, this morning I needed to focus my energy on something that would make me happy before I wrote on my dying Macbook. I decided to do my plants care in the morning, something I typically save for before bed, and I added some new paste to my plants that need encouragement on growing new leaves. It says it can take two-eight weeks to start showing any signs of growth, but I choose to put my hope in that. My baby Fig Leaf (Figaro) is hanging on and my poor golden pothos (Harry Styles – because duh) is balding.

I cleaned the house to keep my body moving, and now I am headed to brunch with my in-laws while we wait on the impending snow storm to hit us tomorrow night, I am going to try to get as much sun as I can.

Thank god for heated jackets.