See My New Ninja Skill.
I briefly mentioned my one and only other quick skill....typing. I have, for years, been able to type faster than a Pentecostal, Holy Spirit hop kick dance in the center aisle at one of those services where they end up never preaching just singing the whole time. (It's okay. I can tease them because I've done the dance.)
I have sadly, lost this amazing ability.
I am currently on the hunt to trace the origin of the problem. My finger joints aren't swollen and my arms aren't paralyzed, so it's not physical. Perhaps it's mental because typing most definitely requires more concentration than before. I can still type with my eyes closed, so I still have something jiggling around up there in my head. It hasn't all falled out.
I have been a little more pressed for time this past week due to having sick kiddos and being sick myself, but in the past, not having as much time has always sped me up, not slowed me down. I type well under pressure.
Ah HA!
Bingo! I figured it out. Move over Sherlock Holmes, this new detective has passed elementary.
It's the kids. The reason I no longer type quickly is simply because I had kids. It's all their fault!
See?
Kids are awesome...and expensive...they sure can be expensive.
