up last Sunday; it's now in a better place. OK, it's actually in our
tech guy's office.
I am supposed to get a new one this week. I've been able to make do at
work, but not so much at home. I'm writing this post on my phone,
which is a very tedious process.
'Tis the curse of our modern blessing, technology. We go as it goes,
for better or worse. Like Bret Michaels of Poison sang so long ago
(1988), "Every rose has its thorn." I often marvel at those who once
had only a typewriter or pen and paper as their tools of composition.
Although I'm sure both methods are faster than typing on a tiny cell
phone keyboard with one hand.
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