Shirley learns to type
Like clockwork, Shirley arrives at around 10:30 p.m. each night to leap up into my lap and rest some part of her body on the keyboard tray. Tonight, she decided she’s been watching long enough and was ready to give it a try.
I’m taking notes from Casuistry and Modern Ethics: A Poetics of Practical Reasoning, entering them into a nifty citation manager called, fittingly, Citation. You can read Shirley’s contribution on the last line.