Kage Baker was fully cognisant of the fact that it was a poor workman that blamed her tools. On the other hand, she also knew that sometimes her tools were drunk or dead or otherwise out of her control. Then she would scream and yell and stamp her feet, and play video games.
My keyboard is suffering transient ischemic attacks. I am typing this with one (1) arthritic finger on the Tarot card sized screen and virtual keyboard as big as a Tootsie Roll on my Kindle. My portable Buke recently had one of those unasked-for Windows updates, and is in a vegetative state.
Attempting to type is driving me bonkers. My usual brand of bonkers will return tomorrow, when I get something larger than a Graham cracker on which to type.