So how was your day?
Typing on this keyboard, which was surely designed for some other form of life, murdered me. But we also had to do our grocery shopping. When we finished buying our supplies, we discovered that Patty had locked her keys inside her car. With the engine running. No problem, said the auto club: they could get there in just an hour and a half.
At this point the Lord provided a good Samaritan who offered to drive me home so I could fetch the spare key. Thank you, Father; and thank you, most benevolent stranger.
After that, all I had to do was type my Newswithviews column on this infernal keyboard.
We have to get a new computer. And if that means I will have to learn a whole new system, after it’s taken me ten years to get this far with Windows 7… Well, that ought to just about finish me off.