In what appears to be an ongoing theme, my Murphionic Field struck again.
I returned to the mail route today after several days of being at home and minding my family. I had fully expected to be back in the routine of gallumphing down the walking path until the lunch break, where I would sit in the back of the Promaster, side door open to let in sunlight and air, and whittle away at my stories like a proper nerd.
Only to discover that I never put the tablet on the charger.
sigh…
But the phone has Microsoft Word as an app, and my subscription is up to date so I can ‘type’ while looking to the world like any other millennial who is obsessed with their phone.
But at least I’m making progress! Via the phone, I can get somewhere near 350 words in a half-hour lunch. So long as I accept that I will eventually be in front of a computer and able to fix all of the autocorrects.
Stay safe out there, readers!
-JB Swift
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