That was fun! I'm quickly getting used to having such a generous screen display. Jessica's gift to her Auld Da was not just the monitor itself, but her willingness to do all the stuff under my desk to make the needed connections. I fear my old bones no longer allow me to go down on all fours for that kind of thing.
I guess it was inevitable that my daughter should also find it necessary to eliminate from my work station all remaining 'dust bunnies'. She is profoundly unimpressed when I protest that my slightly impaired eyesight permits me to overlook such pernicious housekeeping lapses.