I’ve got five minutes, no more. Is that stress? No, more like good practice to trust myself again. My hands are on the keyboard, typing in NEO. Finally NEO again. With this, I can touch type.
Today I’m in my outdoor office. In the garden shed. A python lives in the roof. Pretty harmless though. It rustles around quietly in the evenings. I prefer it to the mice that were here last winter.
Blind with Neo
With the NEO keyboard layout, I can touch type. My eyes don’t even look at the screen. Above me hangs a street sign from the house owner: Wildwood Way in Valentine. Did he just take it with him?
Here in Newcastle it’s getting cooler now, we’re heading into winter.
Brief vignettes from my life. I’ll write again tomorrow. And again. And again. The five minutes are almost up. By my own definition I stop immediately, just finishing this sentence.
This post first appeared in German on reinergaertner.de, where I’ve been writing since 1997 — back when the internet still had that new-car smell. An AI assistant helped with the translation under my supervision. If something reads a bit odd, blame the Denglish in my head.