I love the new Mac. It is very cool and highly stable. It was a trusted companion on a recent tech talk, my first, in my new era of employment. But it is a laptop.
I'm writing this on my PC which needed some work at the shop. It is still slow, and it is still Windows, but it feels like my right arm.
This is because I am neurologically wired to my split keyboard and my big mofo speakers that date back to 1997.
I can't explain it. Perhaps it is re-connecting to my old songs on iTunes (I'm sure of it), and being able to type at 90 wpm again: I feel like my old dog just came back after days away.
ps. Buy a Mac, though. Seriously. It will be my new right-arm one day.