My laptop is downstairs. It is an M1 Apple MacBook Air. The first generation, purchased new in 2020. I am too lazy to go downstairs to get it.
It is not the old thing.
The old thing is the Mac I’m using upstairs in my home office: a Mac Mini (Late 2014) with an Intel Core i5 processor and 4 GB of RAM. It is somehow running macOS Monterey. We bought this in the first incarnation of my law practice for my wife to use. It sat in storage for years until I resurrected it last year with an external SSD to use with the 3D printer.
So far today I have been able to write some work emails (Outlook web), log a conversation with a client (Clio), start work on 3D printing my next oversized Lego wreath, and work on my Pennsylvania Custody book (Watch for a preview chapter in the next week or so!). I am also streaming music from my iPhone to the home office speakers via the Mac Mini with the help of Rogue Amoeba’s AirFoil Satellite which just works. I am writing this update using MarsEdit, which also just works.
I marvel that I am able to do real, practical, and creative work on a twelve year old computer.
