As I sit here at work — hopelessly distracted — I ponder the origin of the massive kink in my neck and debate which flavor of soda I should retrieve from the refrigerator.

I heave a heavy sigh as I type this, for the batteries in my CD player have just died. After fumbling awkwardly almost upside-down, I have successfully transposed the fresh, warm, full batteries in the charger under my desk with the recently depleted ones in the CD player.