I think I am losing the war.
Bob and his legions of blackjack-playing, Cialis-popping cohorts are more than I can handle. Between yesterday and today, they have added 200 more comments, hidden and woven through my pretty pretty Royal Bedchamber, besmirching all they touch. And right now, I simply have not the energy to eradicate them all.
Besides which, all of my keyboarding and mousing instincts are off -- the 'board I am using at work is one of those dreadful split-level ergonomic jobs where half the keys are off-angle to the other half. Since I type using a peculiar method of thumb-and-first-two-fingers, and most decidedly do not touch-type as would be...proper, I suppose, proper-but-commonplace...well. One can see how two weeks of consistent re-training on the locations of keys that until now my fingers had known precisely how to find, might throw off one's performance when one tries to use the standard equipment back home. I do not have the patience to click and type and search and find and copy and paste and all those things I would need to do to get rid of all of those really unpleasant little intrusions.
Instead, apparently, I will try to write a little entry in here, being doubly-careful to type l instead of ; or p instead of [, and most definitely being quite sure to type an m instead of an n or a ,.
Overall, a new entry involved more usage of the delete key to get rid of my unfortunate typos -- but it definitely was more interesting.
To me, at least.