Christine has been helping her sister out by watching movies that are being vetted for a festival. One recently earned her description as being about the "tyranny of the mundane." I think i felt victim to such a tyranny in Mountain View at times, and i reflect that perhaps part was how it took an effort to get away from suburbia. Not a large effort at all mind you, but when depressed effort is magnified.
Here, even in a funk, i can witness the pollinators dancing around the bright yellow flowers of the bearsfoot, a doe stepping through the yard -- and by following her gaze and going to another window -- witnessing a small herd of deer in the glade. There's a magic to it all that i can rest on.
Friday: today a new sort of magic: new to me monitor, new webcam. All this to compliment the new chair i bought at the beginning of the month. I sit properly now, with my hands at the right level. Next will be to consider whether to get an ergonomic keyboard, so that i don't have the laptop monitor somewhat obscuring the bottom of the larger monitor. I'm not sure any of this will address the persistent elbow ache, but hopefully it will help me open up instead of working curled over and into the laptop. I'm able to lean back a bit right now. It feels good.
Although i never learned to type. So now i'm finding out that i can sort of touch type from the years of keyboarding. It's a little odd, like finding one's way through a familiar house in the dark. I doubt myself, but find i am not blundering around.