Somewhere in the back of my head I know that I spend far too much time at the computer. I’m at it while drinking my morning coffee. I break away for homeschool and am back the instant that lessons are done. I’m here between chores under the guise of “taking a break.” I read blogs and email online at the kitchen computer while cooking dinner. At night I usually divide my attention between my laptop and whatever inane show VH is watching on TV.

Although I’ve managed to avoid carpal tunnel syndrome so far, and I’m fortunate enough to be near-sighted already so the monitor doesn’t tax my eyesight at all. But I am all too cognizant of the toll my online life has taken on everything below my shoulder blades. If it weren’t for the walk from my computer to the fridge, I’d probably have lost use of all non-typing related muscles by now.

Which is why, neat as it is, I’d better not gte the keyboard food tray, huh?