Just received a little (11 x 5-inch) keyboard in the mail. It pairs with my smartphone (in my case iPhone) wirelessly and lets me use it as a word processor.

At this point computers, for me, are officially redundant.

In this one little device I have radio, TV, DVD player, newspapers, magazines, books, phone, camera, video camera, voice recorder, music editor, stereo, calendar, clocks, web access, research library, post office, gadgets such as levels and plumb bobs, tarot decks, meditation aids, yoga timer, dream interpretation references, I Ching coins and book, shopping mall, bank, bill pay software for all household utilities and insurances, blogger-tweeter-pinner-poster—I'm exhausted just thinking about it.

Permaculture apps and resources, political action connectivity ... I will not feel guilt about this. Come the apocalypse I am fully prepared to forage and scrounge to survive, but until then this single tiny device replaces so many electronics units and libraries and tools that I can't help but consider it the environmental savior of the planet. Absurd as that sounds. But really, if it cuts electronics consumption by 90%, isn't that what it is?

Phone taps continued ...

& when the cloud moves again or a spot thins to a hole in the overcast, the sunbeam bursting through, I set aside my Kindlebook & bask my face some more, trying to be healed of heart. But can the light sieved through skylight glass have spectrum juice enough to heal? Don't know. It just feels good.

& then 11:51 the sun moves - earth turns - enough to shift the beam away for the rest of the bedroom day.

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1pm now and breakin' - down the stairs to the cold back bathroom because Husband's using my warmer ornate sanctuary upstairs pissoir - so much for refuge - but lets me feel generous, not martyr.

Next heating a pan on the venerable Corning hotplate, & grating jack&cheddar cheeses from the just-bought 2-lb block, slapping over the hot corn tortillas & cheeses then splashing Tabasco & scooping on heaps of mealy hothouse out-of-season tomatoes I'd chopped. Hit two glasses of water with shots of grapefruit juice and there, luncheon for brotherB & me.

Plotting plans, reading and listening on headphones to Pandora cinema soundtrack music perfect behind all the mental Sturm und Drang of this silly life, chasing a furtive handful of chocolate chips with a swig of grapefruit water.