"It's like the olden days!"
Picture this scene, if you will: Sui Generis bent over a desk, writing correspondence on his manual typewriter. He finishes a satisfying paragraph and leans back to consider the next line while drinking cold beer from a can. At his feet lies his dog. She looks up from gnawing on her bone when the air rings out anew with the clacking of typewriter keys. On the other side of the room sits his beautiful young wife, knitting a pair of woolen booties for her elder sister's baby.
In fact, it did seem like we had slipped back a few decades that quiet evening, working in the drawing-room of our Victorian home. The fact that we were both sitting in front of a computer brought me crashing back to the 21st century. It was a nice thought, and a pleasant illusion for a while, though.
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