How it started, pt 2

 February 2013 continued.
 My fingers finally stop giving me the chance to look at the screen. I see a recollection of the first day I was on the floor at my new job and how Sheila almost ran me over with her wheelchair before the first 90 minutes had closed. There was just over a full page too. This time I closed the window saving the data. Slightly annoyed, I went back to the chair she bought me and watched the television program I wanted to see. It didn't take long before that fog came back and it brought something else. What, I do not know.
 A commercial comes on, I went back to the dining table and had opened the document, the typing was underway once again, and I just cleared my head to let whatever was happening continue. At least until my program returned. The next commercial break and without a thought I was back in front of the laptop watching my fingers get used to the key placement. As they type away I'm thinking how funny it is that I haven't done so in more than 20 years, while wondering "what's going on here?".
 Seriously, I want to know sort of, but don't think anything beyond I'm just messing with the program to see what I can figure out how to do. The commercials end, I close and save, then go back to watching the tele. This strange behavior continued over the next program too, but I found myself ignoring more of the program with each session. Then a recent re-run of the show I was waiting for got sacrificed since I had seen it not long ago. While not paying attention to the whole thing I had managed to type our 4 whole pages and moved into the 5th. I did not realize how much had been written nor did I know how it read. So it was time to see what was there again.
 Something strange became clear very quickly, there was more fine detail on the pages than I easily recall. It was like reliving those moments. While reading I kept having moments of oh yeah! I remember that! Oh wow, how could I have forgotten that moment? By the time I reached the end of my typing I felt like a passenger to the process, watching it unfold, being asked what I thought of the part written.