To think something as minuscule as a broken mouse could be so disruptive.
It’s just a mouse— though an expensive one
It could easily be replaced, yet doing so feels annoying.
The thought of having to go to the store and buy a new one sounds cumbersome, and I need to if I want to continue working at my desk.
But let me rethink this: Is this really a bad thing?
My mouse stopped working. Sure, but I can just disconnect my laptop and use it away from my desk.
Working at my desk did feel repetitive, so this is a good chance to work elsewhere, like on a recliner or in the living room.
I’ll just buy a new mouse the next time I leave the house.
It doesn’t need to be a big deal.
And forcing this problem into one sounds like a pain.
My mouse is broken, and I’m still fine.
It’s just a mouse.
There are more pressing matters to focus on.
Here’s my inspiration for the day.