I ran across this nice reflection on the vim editor by someone who switched 18 months ago. In my own case, it was about 18 years. I’d been an emacs user forever, and it was just killing me (carpal tunnel, tennis elbow, and who-knows-what). So I made the switch to vi (and, soon enough, vim). It took awhile to get used to modes, but the alternative is playing Twister with my ring and pinky fingers.
I got rid of the behemoth.
When I moved my day off from Friday to Monday, I still wrote my sermons on Friday, but no longer on my day off. As a result, I no longer wrote them at home. Which in turn meant I came home with all kinds of bursitis and odd aches and pains from trying to type a few thousand words in a couple of hours at a non-ergonomic workstation. Ergo, the stand-up desk (“bar table”) I use at home must be more ergonomic than the gigantic desk at church.
So for my birthday, more or less, Mrs. Mess of Pottage bought me a new desk. My arms feel better, but my feet are sore. (The blue shock-absorbing mat at the bottom of the desk is a late-afternoon addition.)