Now that I have ended fulltime work, I am now going to type much less. I'm entering research mode.
The pain has mostly subsided, but small vestiges linger. Can I truly escape all of RSI's effects? I hope so.
Unless earthshatteringly-cool things happen -- like finally falling in love or getting conference proposals accepted -- this blog will be erratic or subdued for the next two weeks.

Sorry, Aslan's graceful adventurer. The answer will take a lot of thought. It involves a quarter I keep sealed in solid plastic, a wallet full of receipts, a missing bus driver, and a sunlit orb afloat in a sunrise vineyard Saturday.