My right hand has not improved. In fact, it has gotten worse. I can’t see trying to type 2000 words tonight, unless by some miracle, Toph has time to take dictation for me…and I get over my shyness about dictating to him. (Did I mention Toph got me an ergo keyboard?)
Monkey’s not going to sleep. I’m irritated at the moment and between the two of us, I guess it may sound like a war zone in the house. Toph has decided to intervene.
Logging off for the night. There are chores to do and a house to prepare for guests.
