Day 4, December 9
Several moments, I've noticed (for example) the kneeling and crouching muscles used during chores. When I was hurrying through them to get back to gameplay, they usually seemed light and fluid, when in fact I was building momentum to continue the habits.
As well, I had to be really imagining the movements my avatar was making, after I clicked. I couldn't actually feel them as I do crouching, kneeling and scrubbing, AFK. It has also been incredibly task-oriented for me; About to reach a destination? What else haven't I clicked on or arrow-keyed the viewpoint for yet? All of that with the eyes, though I frequently breathed sighs when the swift calculations were over. Most of my body remained still.
^ That's another thing; beginning so many operations in the brain at once - often without moving a muscle - kept me locked-in enough anyway. Thinking freely whilst doing a number of other things AFK is quite sobering.
I didn't feel much like typing yesterday; I felt challenged enough through many silent hours. The night of Day 2, I lay down and played some newish music for an hour, paying most of my attention to that and the evening sounds outside of the window. I actually wondered whether that was preferable to further silence - I didn't particularly need the emotional lift it gave me right before bed, that night. It may have made Day 3 more challenging.
Will maybe update with more later. Thanks all, ~ Matt
Gratitude:
~ Still sleeping solidly, probably because of the head-cold. I managed to finish the last morning's dream with flying baby pigs. They were supposed to covertly transport freshly-baked cookies for me, I think. 😄
~ Kept the windows open for the pleasant breeze for the first few hours of the night. I rarely remember getting up to eventually close them.
~ No real gaming urges, because 'winning' by many people's standards of the game I've been playing would most likely still demand too much for my part. I did let Connections become a gateway to Wordle (where one can guess even more wrongly) though.
~ Finally swapping a warm winter shirt for a lighter one, after donning it on a strange whim
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