Instinct dances, instinct dances

[sovay]

Six years ago today, Hestia and Autolycus were born with their three littermates to the black and golden-eyed, polydactyl Hera, Mother of the Gods. In their honor we opened a can of salmon-for-humans and shared it with them tonight. This message approved by Autolycus, still purring gently with salmon.

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[nodrog]

Ah, you do touch-typing, as taught in generations of high school!

I know - I was one of them.  It didn't take.  I type, when last I checked, 52 words per minute:  26 per forefinger.  (Someone once told me she'd never seen “cop typing” done at such speed!  Practice improves anything.)

[sovay]

Ah, you do touch-typing, as taught in generations of high school!

I was eight! I couldn't write by hand fast enough, so I learned to type, first on one of my father's scratch-built machines and later on a toaster Mac. It's more like seven and a half than ten fingers these days, but it's still efficient.

I type, when last I checked, 52 words per minute: 26 per forefinger.

Life finds a way.