Saturday, July 24, 2021

New keyboard as an excuse to write an update.

 So, as the title suggests, I am back here again with more musings simply because I bought myself a new keyboard.

Actually now that I am typing this out, I see now how mundane and even silly this it. But no matter, since I endeavoured to start this, I shall also finish it.

What new keyboard, you might ask. Well you see, I used to not be picky with my selection. It was either a budget option or a wireless one for convenience, but certainly not one that costed a pretty penny.

But I guess things changed. The membrane type keyboards that dominate the budget range felt more and more inadequate, typing was never really a joy, and the relentless changing of batteries became off-putting over time.

I finally decided on a mechanical keyboard. I decided that along with that, I'd perhaps dedicated a bit of time to finally work on my typing skills. And indeed when I finally came to its possession, typing on it has become a sort of therapy for me. It feels nice to go clicky clacky on it after work, as a way to relax. So much so that I've ventured to finally develop on my typing orthodoxy, since before I have been a 6 finger typist, now I am slowly expanding to the full 8 fingers.

So what else is happening lately? Well the pandemic hasn't quite settled down yet. If anything, the severity of it in this country has only increased. What can I say to this except to bemoan the unfortunate occurrences around me. Healthcare providers are vexed, the less fortunate among us are struggling more and more, people can't seem to hold jobs during this time, businesses are failing, all while people live in fear of the virus.

But I hope for the better, before the dawn is the darkest of twilight, and everything under the sun is a cycle after all.

Here's to a better tomorrow. I wish you, the reader who deigned to follow through to the end of this rambling, a good day.

Friday, March 19, 2021

Every now and then.

Every now and then, I return.
Behold my thoughts, my dread.
Every now and when, I bemoan;
A sorry state, I fret.

Every now and whence my sorrow
rises above all else.
Every sound and sigh I utter
echo my grief like bells.

Ask why, that I should feel like so,
and I just might tell you.
Ask how, that an old wound still hurts,
and I might have no clue.

So come, read this chatter, this rant,
of a hurt from times past.
I saw an old flame pass me swift,
no note of me, alas.