I wish I had a photograph. Maybe I'll insert one later because it's bound to happen again.
Before I even connected to the client's desktop, I removed my fiddle and bow, pushed the case to the other side of the bed and got on with the tuning and rosining business. I played the open strings, ran up and down the scales and called it good.
I put it back down on the bed, turned toward my desk, and decided that wasn't enough. I worked through the first part of Old Joe Clarke and then the rest. I didn't want to put it down, but I did.
I logged in and went to work.
The metaphor of the week is this:
I uncoupled the firehose from the workstation, turned 45 degrees to the right and recoupled it to the fiddle. Twenty minutes later I reversed the process. I managed to do this three times yesterday which got me a little more than an hour of perfectly relaxed practice. No anxiety.
As far as results go, I'll take them, and today is a much, much bigger day. Aren't they always?