I can't remember ever having learned touch typing in school, which is odd because from 7th grade on there was always at least one computer-related class, and we definitely had Mavis Beacon typing tests. But I have no idea when or where I learned concepts like "home keys."

One semester of typing/keyboarding was required for everyone to graduate in my high school. I did poorly and still don't entirely touch type.

I just had to suggest to one of the secretaries that if something is going to be enough of a rush that she calls me exactly 4 minutes after she emails me about it, perhaps she should tell me that in the email, because I had been working on it already, but had to stop so I could come back into my office to answer the phone.

eta: IOW, I agree with what shrift is about to say about the very Mondayish Monday.

What do you do when you erroneously receive an email filled with personal details? Do you respond saying, dude, you've got the wrong email address? Or do you just delete it?

Man, today is an obnoxiously Mondayish Monday. I'm just trying to get through it alive with my dignity somewhat intact.

I tend to write back.

When I was a proofreader at Giant Law Firm in NYC in the early 90s, we had to edit the master's thesis for one of the partner's wives. It was interminable, had a zillion drafts and was on Lamb of God Imagery in English Poetry.

I tend to write back.

I deleted, and now I'm having second thoughts.

I took typing in high school; they put the blinders around the typewriter and you had to touch type blind. I hated it, but I can touch type when I have to. A lot of my typing is done with cig in hand, so I go between looking and touch typing.

Icicles are MELTING. I'm so excited to feel the sun.

RE: The bear article. A) You think that once the bear broke into your garage once and raided the fridge in there, you'd realize that it's not a good place for a fridge and remove it. B) That bear is the Rasputin of bears.

I was discouraged from taking typing in HS since it was not in the Academic (oollege prep) stream of classes, and I rue that decision to this day.

Clio's tail, while not 100%, seems much better than even this morning. I may cancel her appointment for tomorrow. IOCatN, I caught Oz tasting the road salt this afternoon. Weirdo cat.

I took in a few small prints to get franed today and bought groceries. Those two errands took three hours.

I deleted, and now I'm having second thoughts.

Well, if someone has your address erroneously in their contact list, they'll send something else soon enough. If it was just a typo, they'll chalk it up to the vagaries of the internets.