Hello again from my Thinkpad. My secret Thinkpad. My wife doesn’t know I bought this Thinkpad. It hides in the visual noise of my office closet until I deploy it furtively when she’s not around. Someday she’ll discover it and inquire as to its presence in our home. The inquiry will take the rough shape of, “You bought another computer?” Depending on the circumstances of the moment, the inquiry could be lighthearted in nature. Or not.