I woke up early this morning. I had things on my mind. And the kids are away so I was perturbed by the silence in the house.
I checked my phone. I skirted through LinkedIn, Facebook. On Facebook there was a particularly irritating ad for Windows 10 proclaiming that it would allow me to “sign in with a smile” (but not without a new camera) and write and share stuff on the internet. Like blogger have been since the late 1990s, I suppose.
Windows 10. Oh yes, Windows 10 upgrade day.
I flicked across to the (free) Google Remote Desktop app and logged into my PC that sits vaguely unloved on the desk in our attic office. The update was available. I clicked to install. All from my phone, laying on my side in my bed. Without my glasses on.
So there we are. Twenty-odd years of using Windows. And the last ever upgrade I do (and I’ve been there all the way from Windows 3.1) I did from my phone. In my bed. Half asleep. And quite frankly, it doesn’t really matter. All I use it for these days is as a web browser and a file store for videos to stream to half a dozen non-Windows, non-PC devices around my house using Plex. That’s how the world has moved on.