Hey, I took touch typing in my youth so I am not a two-fingered writer. Sure I make typos but not to the extent that my computer thinks. Case in point: it just thought I wanted to say exert. I did not. I corrected it to extent, and it left out the first t, so I corrected it again. I don't think it was all me. This program keeps second-guessing me, assuming I want to say something I don't. Well, just now, it put an apostrophe into don't for me and I appreciate that. But let me try to write a complicated idea and it starts editing. I used to have magazine editors like that, I mean ones that put words into your mouth, not mouth but copy, ungrammatical copy. That is maddening when you have to give grammar lessons to someone who is supposed to know more than you. i guess that's what annoys me about my predictive, corrective computer. I really do know what I want to say, most of the time.

Right now, I want to say good-bye. I knew this would be a short blog because i just wrote one six hours ago. That's not long enough for the silt to settle.

Predictive editing, annoying and fascinating as it is, will have to wait. Today was New York Times day and it was lover-ly. I had no other engagements, other than my swim which I took late because I slept in - WOW - it really was a great day - so I read the whole thing and took my clippings and made my notes and realized why I felt so good. I feel YOUNG when I read the NYT, enriched and enthusiastic and full of comments and ideas and spin-offs of my own. The sad thing is that I don't seem to have enough time or energy to follow up on all my ideas but that daunting fact doesn't sink in until later so I have all the pleasure of creation today. Perhaps I should start writing letters to the editor(s) and send off some of my ideas. That might make me sad. A least, when my thoughts remain eager scribbles on my little scraps of paper, they have a half life and a potential. Once they are officially recorded and sent out, to be ignored and fade away from the neglect of others, they lose the glow, or I do.

Hush, hush, it was a good day. I hope yours was, too.