My husband, Jonathon, is sitting in the chair at my other desk, just behind me. He's spotting me. I actually wanted him to type this blog while I simply dictated, but he made the screen come up, showed me how to get to a new post, then went to the other chair, and said, "I'll be right here." But he wouldn't do it for me. He'd help me, support me, but he won't let me hide behind my fears. Every once in a while I need that. But knowing he's in the room, ready to take my technicalogically challenged… Read More