Can this blogger be saved?
My dad told me years ago that when I was a baby, I always woke up crying. A few times, dreaming a joke, I have awakened chortling. I woke up this morning, and my fingers were typing on air... Like a baby babbling, like a chimp muttering ASL signs, my fingers were going through the motions... tappity-tappity-tappity... It felt good, as satisfying as setting pen to paper to produce calligraphy. Is it a sign I spend too much time on a keyboard? I have been writing here and there a lot of late... Or... Sign in to see full entry.