My husband and I each have our own computers. They're set up side-by-side in our basement office - or what he likes to refer to as our "Internet Cafe." Trendy, eh? It works well this way. He runs an eBay business... which means he's on the computer a lot. I'm a writer... which means I'm on the computer a lot. Most times (down times, when our daughters are sleeping or occupied, to be exact) we sit next to each other, working on our respective projects. You might very well hear dueling keyboards.
However, a few weeks ago the video card in my husband's motherboard (or some such) blew, busted, (insert appropriate term here). Being the bargain buyer he is, and not having found a sufficient deal for a replacement, his computer sits quiet, unused, lonely. Which means my computer gets double duty. And we have to share. :( It never fails: I'm in the zone and need to write, but he's hogging my stool to maintain his online auctions. Or he needs to check the status of something, and I'm pecking away like a madwoman, not to be disturbed.
It's become a game. One waits for the other to rise from the desk, if only for a second, so as to pounce on the stool and claim victory! Woe be the man or woman who needs a potty break...
Oh, to have two working computers again.