A Writer's Notebook, Day Three-Hundred-And-Ninety-Four

I am really not certain what I want to write here tonight.  In many ways, I am in a sort of holding pattern, again, as I am attempting to get my new space fully functional. I found my computer today, but don't have the power cord for it at the moment, or at least I am not certain where it is located right now.  I am sure it is here, but that does not mean I know where it is.  

Anyhow, it feels strange to acknowledge that I am so reliant upon the familiar tools of my usual work.  It is not so much that computer itself, but that what I am relying upon instead is not as robust a solution, and does not even have my usual writing software on it.  The tools I am used to matter to me, and I am not fully operational, I suppose, without them. I am keeping up with work, which is a good thing, but I need to get my new office fully set up in order to be truly back in gear. 

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