These past couple of days have been a cavalcade of non-stop technical and mechanical failure. To wit:
There's not much that really drives me nuts, but somehow things like this drill under my dermis and itch like scabies. The shelf issue bothers me because it's a sort-of indictment of my skill in executing such things. I know I can always just patch up the holes and make do without a shelf over the desk, but it bugs me that it might just not be possible with this arrangement.
I'm less annoyed about the keyboard, not just because it's replaceable but because I'm more or less resigned to being someone who punches keyboard to death. I type like Walter Winchell hammering his Remington '29, so any keyboard that isn't designed to take a whuppin' has at best a replicant's lifespan in my study.
But of the two, the busted keyboard was the bigger productivity killer, and that explains why I've been out of it for a few days. More shortly.