Anyway, I haven't practiced this technique in a while and something about sitting down at my computer today made me want to give it a try. So, here we go:
The thirsty gurgle of the dishwasher draining into the sink blankets Janelle's voice as she reads the boys their bedtime story behind the closed door to their bedroom. At the moment, the only other sounds are the occasional patter of rain outside and the arrhythmic click of Trevor's mouse as he electronically crafts his character's equipment in Minecraft.
With a twinge in my left ankle reminding me that I take much longer to recover now than I did in my youth, I step towards my chair in the corner of our beige-painted dwelling. My left hand grasps my chair, feeling the rough denim of my winter jacket which is heavier than the green lawn chair on which it is draped. I turn it so I can maneuver myself between it and the two mahogany-colored TV tables that support my monitors. I deftly rearrange the fuzzy black Simpleposture seat cushion so that it lines up with the front of the chair in a way that will let me sit in relative comfort without my tailbone playing in painful symphony with my ankle.
With my left foot slowly pushing away the cables for my headset, I reset the chair to its original position and carefully sit down, slightly adjusting how I am sitting to get the full benefit of my cushion's curves. I pull my keyboard to my lap, its cord briefly catching in the crack formed by the uneven height of the TV tables. Feeling slightly like I am now sitting in the cockpit of my own starfighter, I press the power button of my computer and am rewarded by the satisfying snap that it makes. I then turn on my monitors by finding their power buttons more by feel than sight, enjoying the convex contour of the first and the rectangular resistance of the second.
I lean back into my chair; my fingers automatically land gently on the home keys of my ergonomic keyboard. My palms press on its vinyl rest, keeping the keyboard secure on my knees. Despite the tiredness caused by the virus I'm fighting and my restless sleep these past two weeks, a wave of contentment--possibly fueled the ice cream I had recently enjoyed which now sits coolly in my belly--washes over me.
I know what I'm going to write today.