The only thing close to a Metalaw of Computing I’ve ever come up with is “There’s always a reason to put off defragmenting,” and you can be sure I practice what I preach: it’s been nearly thirteen months since I bought this desktop box, and I’ve managed to run the standard-issue Windows Defrag exactly zero times.
Until today, when I got the preposterous idea that the time I spent soaking up the sun, fixing dinner, and taking out the trash might somehow equal the time it would take to move around the 400,000 or so files on this box. And if you count washing the dishes, it did: the defrag (I have a single SATA 250GB drive, 27 percent full) took 64 minutes. Not as scary as I thought it might be. I suppose I should do this more often, but then there are a lot of things I should do more often.