and so they say

Say one thing about typing on a regular machine say I can't remember what it felt like after almost three months of no activity. Does it feel good you ask?
exceptionally so I say.
and this is a cause for a celebration and I would have celebrated had I not been rationing on my happiness.

Day 56 of quarantine and there's something about the mood that feels  changed. The numbers keep going up but there also only the active cases which when looked at the bigger picture are minuscule or perhaps I am slowly getting immune to it all. Not the suffering but the anxiety.
Perhaps it gets abated!

How odd does it feel typing on a keyboard that isn't back lit, spread in acreage of numbers and alphabets.

Do I feel dust on my fingertips?
Could be. I need to wipe this baby down.

Agenda includes a good number of things none which I'm very keen on doing.
Uhh!

afternoon gleams into my eyes
my heart feels heavy
my hair dry
the senses are bored
a book lurks in the corner waiting to be read
I browse my mental channels
waiting to finally click someplace and stop
but that doesn't seem to likely

faults

'Tis the month of machine malfunction.

case in point my washing machine that now after its full cycle doesn't end up spinning.
It does spin is what I'm saying but when I pull out the clothes they're dripping wet, so I gathered it was a drainage issue and I checked the drain pump and went through the entire drill sweating in a pool of sweat while sprawled on the bathroom floor.
This weather makes nothing easy!

There are no ceiling fans and anytime I'm away from the influence of an air conditioner because nothing less will do I begin to drip all over and my vexing lamentations are heightened by issues that seem small but are rather impactful in day to day life.

First my speakers, then the washer and what's next?
I'd rather not say it and jinx my kismet!