I'm back to writing with a pen on paper. My laptop is in the shop. It needs a new battery, or a new charger, or both.
There is something pleasant about using pen on paper. The changes I make with a pen are very visible. I can see what I first wrote and can choose to change things back—not that I want to—but the thought that I can is comforting.
On the unpleasant side:
1) the ink smears onto my hand, probably because I'm left-handed;
2) also—and I blame Word’s automatic correcting features—my spelling has degenerated;
3) and I will eventually have to decipher my writing when I try to type this into a computer.
I want the laptop back.