After having the post-COVID symptoms linger for long (since 2022) I have gotten out of the habit of writing. I think the last post I wrote was in 2021. I know from my writing in the past that it has to be a habit and I have to start thinking about writing, usually long before I start writing. I can't writing anything very long on my phone.
Today, Regis helped me set up a little computer desk in a corner of the living room. I wanted a place to keep my laptop that didn't involve my lap. If I wrote with it in my lap, I cranked my neck forward too far, leading to what they call tech neck. Tech neck, also known as text neck, a modern condition resulting from prolonged and repetitive forward head posture while using electronic devices. This posture strains the neck and surrounding muscles, leading to pain, stiffness, and potential long-term issues. Yeah. Been there and suffered that. You can look it up if you want more information or tips for treating it.
I also set up so space in the office which has been languishing since we stopped using our desk top computers so much. One is still hooked up for thee printer but the rest of the space was wasted. I took the curtains off the windows to have more natural light and set up my watercolor painting studio there. I'm thinking ahead to winter when the eastern sun will come in the in the morning.
I've sorted through all of my books and have a bag to seed the little library. I have a shelf of books to read and a shelf of books to keep. This kind of organization was beyond me for thee past few years.
This is Joe Pye weed, a native perennial that disappeared from my garden about the time all the other things disappeared from my life; my brain, my gumption, my interest in things. This year with all the rain, it appeared again. Yesterday when I got of the car after a lovely time with Tiffany to celebrate her 40th anniversary of the day she arrived in our family, there was a monarch and a swallowtail butterfly on it. Such joy. It felt like a sign.




