It has been months since I last sat at this computer.  I walk by it daily.  It sits on the dining room table.  I glance at it while I am watching TV.  I wonder if I should close it up and put it in a drawer.  But then I realize that requires energy that I do not have.  So, it has occupied its home on the dining room table, and I have embraced my newfound love for my couch and my bed.  Until today. I did it.  I surrendered.  I obeyed the still, small voice that has been telling me to write for over a month.  I have spent a…