Sun. 11/17/13 3:09 pm
at the library...

The Wrimoer had decided it was warm enough that she should go out for a walk before doing the day's writing session, and that the walk could incorporate doing at least some of the writing at the library. She would again be using their equipment.

She got the equipment set up and then saw that the battery could be getting low. This meant having to set up in another spot so that she could plug the equipment into a power supply. All this ate into writing time.

The last time working at the library there had been other problems that would take too long to sort out. She had instead made do with what she knew, so that she could just go ahead with the writing. That had meant having to do the writing online rather than offline. That also meant having to stop to save it frequently, or to email it frequently just as an insurance. One never knew when connections would break and wipe everything away.

Here she was again feeling as if she had nothing much she wanted to say. The equipment was dizzying because of the ergonomics of it. She could feel that almost as soon as she sat down. It also kept wanting to complete words for her. That got in the way of seeing what she was typing. She could try just staring into space as she typed. But even that was weird on her vision.

The gas fireplace was roaring. That affected the air pressure in the room, and that affected the equilibrium for her. Being outside had been good for her equilibrium. That was something she could not understand. Why was the air outside so much easier on inner ear equilibrium?

The Wrimoer thought she might write about the further developments with the incident the previous week where she had called the police because of what she perceived as a possibly dangerous situation. But now that it was time to write, and she had had an exchange with the neighbor that helped clarify the situation for both, or so she hoped, she did not want to have to deal with going through the whole story. Not in these strange writing conditions.

What noises were going on around her in the library. People were coughing deeply and sniffling mightily. One person was actually lying on the little sofa with their reading. This was the deep Cougher. The Wrimoer remembered that she had heard this person coughing that deeply before. And it had been many months before. The Sniffler was coughing too. And she was sitting quite close to the Sniffler because of needing the power supply for the equipment.

When  she had checked in on the downstairs neighbor, that person had said that they had the flu so they would keep a distance from her. It seemed many people were coming down with all manner of illnesses.

That the Wrimoer had not had a cold or flu in several years, she found to be a testament to her contention, her belief, that the other symptoms she had been having the past several years relating to this equilibrium issue,  ….

The Wrimoer had just gone through a panic situation with the equipment. She was trying to change the text size and had hit some button that made everything disappear. That was perhaps the first thing one needed to learn – how to undo unwanted changes. She had tried using 'undo' but it was not doing what she wanted it to do.

She called a staff member to help her. They had then called another. And luckily the material was retrieved. Not that the material was of any consequence.

It was definitely becoming a problem to sit looking at this kind of screen with the lighting in the library. She did not know what kind of lighting was hidden behind those huge overhead half globes hanging from the ceiling. She assumed they were some kind of fluorescent lighting. That light vibrated a lot and promoted visual disturbance that affected one's equilibrium.

She decided she would finish up and head home. Hopefully she would be able to get more writing done there. This had been unproductive other than having gotten a bit of a walk in. The next day was to be a rainy and stormy day she had learned at the library. She hoped she could make an arrangement for a student to give her a ride to class.

c. 3:45p? 755 words