On one-handed typing:

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My tendency towards verbosity has been severely curtailed by my recent enforced reduction in typographical velocity.



I composed that line in the shower about ten minutes ago. Yes, it's twenty to two in the afternoon. That should give you an idea what my morning has been like. Here's another hint: I'm really not sure where to put the dividing line between this morning and last night.

Still, a shower does wonders for one's outlook, and I feel much more human in my ratty t-shirt and wet hair than I did in the housecoat that smells of spit-up.

I'm back to one-handed typing, so I'll go read my friends list now.

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Elizabeth likes to type, though I have to hit the caps lock key for her to connect the letters on the screen with the ones she's hitting on the keyboard. Still, she knows where to find several letters now. She types, hits enter, and then I translate for Daddy or whoever's at the other end of the chat. It works well.

Claire's still at the flailing stage - it'll be a while before she even flails to much purpose.