The fifty-ninth entry of my first journal was the grand return to handwriting.
My practice would remain handwritten with one, typewritten exception.
Thanksgiving closes in, I book a flight to Ohio for work training, and Xavier and I go shooting. Of course, I write about women, too. They included the employees at my new apartment complex, strangers during my routines, and Ophelia. It had been months since she last reached out to me. With the holidays closing in, I close in on reaching out to her.