mondayitis

I indulged over the weekend, not that it involved alcohol to any great extent (I don't think a single glass of port after dinner really counts) but I unearthed some lovely fibre on Friday and started spinning. I haven't stopped since, and now I ache of creation. And have a 'hangover' and stiff shoulders and my brain is all foggy and I've managed to boot my laptop into Ubuntu and Android because I finally worked out how to run this program that lets me turn an ISO file into a bootable USB stick so I can boot things from my netbook.
Actually it's more like spinning the fibre gave my brain the space to turn the instructions into something I could understand. Which is why I didn't get to bed until some wee small hour, and why I am stubbling around the house having woken at my usual moment have had at least two/three hours less sleep than I usually acquire on a Sunday night, because having spent time creating a lovely yarn, it suddenly clicked how to use uNetbootin to create install disks for my netbook so I could play with the things that I want to on there when I'm away from my desktop machine
Once upon a time I would learn new things quite easily; these days I find I need to cogitate more, slow down a touch. Think a little more as to "where Tab A fits into Slot B" sort of thing. Find the still centre of things in order to spiral out with new understanding.
There is so much information available that for someone with a compulsion to read anything that is word shaped, I forget that I need that contemplative space in my own head at times. It is so easy to keep the words rattling down the eye-ball chute into the information collector that I don't allow myself to sit and order them in quietude. It makes me wonder how those who have much more high-powered academic accomplishments learnt the habit of quiet contemplation and maintain it, and I wonder how I lost the habit in the last few years.
I think I have just found one of the keys to getting back that habit ...