As you can see from this picture, I enjoy certain quaint, old-timey things like having milk delivered and receiving the print edition of the Times Union.
Oh, wait… sorry, the newspaper hasn’t actually arrived yet. Even though it’s 7:25am on Saturday and I’m like, on my tenth cup of coffee.
Sitting at the kitchen table with the computer is OK, but it’s just not the same as starting the morning with some ink smeared on your fingers. Note to self: consider switching to decaf.