A timely delivery

This morning, the movers came with the goods and effects that I had shipped from Eastern Tennessee so, as usual, the transatlantic shipment took a little over three months. At a glance, everything seems present and correct. It feels good to see my stuff once more, it comforts me to have it to hand, my possessions feel part of my desired identity. Perhaps hoarders have such feelings but rather more strongly than I, given that I now own far less than I once did.

Yesterday, my work laptop developed an issue that made pointing device input most troublesome. The trackpads, both built-in and external, became very insensitive, one to movements, the other to clicks. This coincided with a reboot, I wonder if some previous Linux update is the culprit. Anyhow, among my newly delivered stuff, I found keyboard and trackball that I much like, plugged them in, and became satisfactorily productive again. What a difference it makes to have one's interface to the computer become rather more ergonomically smooth.