It's been a minute hasn't it? It's funny, I started writing this, well, more accurately typing this on my laptop, but quickly switched to old-fashioned pen and paper, actually w r i t i n g this. Then I came back and typed it all in. Something about trying to type out my heart words is hard for me. Brain words, like bizshiz and the like, fine, clackety-clack all day — but my heart words have to flow through ink first. Is that weird? Maybe it's because I grew up under the bridge of two worlds, the pre-tech and post-tech or maybe it's because I've always fancied myself a bit of a Jo March type.