Leave Friday 6 am, back Sunday night. Car is booked.
Bring:
MiniMac is a remote for your Mac, drawn like a street poster: flat floods of mint, orange and grey, the heaviest condensed type, and buttons as chunky as keys.
Every screen says one blunt thing in huge letters, so you can read where you are from across the room, then gets out of the way of your Mac.
Your Mac, on your phone. Type, click and see it from anywhere.
First open: one line on what it does, one big button that starts looking for Macs on your network.
Found on your Wi-Fi. Sign in with the Mac's own login.
The Mac it found sits on top. Type the Mac's user name and password once, or scan the code the Mac shows instead.
Wired, online. Last used today.
Wi-Fi, online
Asleep. Tap to wake.
Every Mac you have signed in to, as big tiles. Tap one to connect. A sleeping Mac gets woken first.
Your phone talks straight to the Mac Studio. The fastest way.
Only when direct fails. Still private, a bit slower.
A fat progress bar, then the route in plain words: direct and quick, or relayed when it has to be.
Your Mac on top, the normal iPhone keyboard below. The key bar adds what iOS lacks: dictation, undo, modifiers, arrows, cut and paste, F-keys, and Mouse last on the right.
Tap Mouse and the keyboard turns into a MacBook-style trackpad, with two fat click buttons under it.
Half open the Duo on a table and it becomes a little MacBook. Your Mac's screen stands up above the fold. Below it, the key bar and a full-width trackpad lie flat under your hands.
Fold it to about 90 degrees and MiniMac splits itself: Mac above, controls below.
Open flat and turn it: the Mac fills the left, every control docks in one column on the right, under your thumb.
Pinch in to 250% to read small text. The orange box shows where you are. Fit snaps the whole screen back.
The three dots open one sheet with everything else: clipboard, which display, picture quality, pointer speed, touch or mouse, and the way out.