Well. That’s pretty nifty, I must say. But what a pain, and yes I know complaining about keypad typing makes me an old fogey. I know all the kids are doing it these days. Maybe I have finally found the secret to keeping my posts short!
Maybe I’ll just have to live-blog our cross-country trip in haiku. And add the capitals later, because that shift key business is a knuckle-buster.
Things that Don’t Mix
Sometimes Cliches Are Imprecise
Save My Sewing Machine!
Poetry Friday: Elizabeth Bishop