There's something about word written via a pen and notebook that has a legitimacy that the typed do not possess. That, and the fact that it has come to my attention that I type much, much faster than I can ever hope to think, which leads to several pauses which I unconsciously confuse for mental lapses which, in turn, inspire frustration.
Subsequently, I've an awful lot of notes which I make take the time to transcribe later.
But not now.
Today is too good a day. The sun is shining, a breeze is blowing, and the west coast beckons.
