In the Satellite Office, composing an e-mail and caffeinating. Man comes in the door and is watching me closely. I look up, thinking, oh great, somebody else I should know and totally don’t recognize. What, am I developing late-onset prosopagnosia?
But no. “Do you know that you move your lips while you’re typing?”
Yes, but no? Every now and then I notice that I’m doing it. I’m actually whispering the words as I’m writing them. #oddwriterhabits