I spent several hours last night in front of my computer. It was remotely connected to the software provider's help desk in an attempt to solve my camera connection problems. It was a slow frustrating time for me, and at the end I had no solution. Today I have to find a way to check my camera, since it's being blamed for the problem. I still suspect it's a problem with the new software I downloaded.
In any case, I had learned something from my previous experience with the help desk. Instead of sitting in front of the computer expecting to be engrossed by the process, I armed myself with a drop spindle and cashmere-merino top. So here I sat watching an unseen hand somewhere in India controlling my computer desktop, while I occupied my time with my beautiful spindle and fibre. There's some sort of poetic balance in that picture for me.