I found a tin of pencils in a drawer this weekend, the proper graded set, 2H through to 6B, that I bought enthusiastically about a decade ago and then quietly abandoned. I used to draw. Then work and a mortgage and the general weight of being a grown-up squeezed it out, the way these things go, and the tin migrated to the back of the drawer where good intentions live.
So I sat down at the kitchen table on Saturday morning with a coffee and tried to draw the coffee. It was terrible. My hand had forgotten everything: proportion, pressure, the patience to actually look at the thing rather than at the symbol of the thing in my head. The mug came out lopsided and the handle looked like it belonged to a different mug entirely.
And it was the best couple of hours I had spent in ages. There is no daemon to restart. Nothing is deprecated. The pencil from 2011 works exactly as well as it did in 2011, which is more than I can say for most of my toolchain. When I get a line wrong it is wrong because of me, not because some upstream changed an API, and I find that oddly restful.
I think I had been treating "do something with my hands" as a thing I would get back to eventually, in the mythical free time that never arrives. It turns out you do not get back to a hobby. You just start doing it again, badly, on a Saturday, and let it be bad for a while. The mug is still lopsided. I am going to draw it again tomorrow.