I've always felt pretty comfortable in front of the computer. I used to spend hours in front of a typewriter in the 70s. I even had a beat up second-hand IBM Selectric, maybe ten years old. It had a golf ball inside imprinted with the whole alphabet instead of individual letters on a stick. I ruined it by tipping a bottle of beer inside it. You could say that was prophetic.
Then I had to go back to the clacking of my eons old Loyal Royal. Harb Caen, the famous columnist had one too. Ernest Hemingway used a Royal. So did Ian Flemming, the Bond author. I had grandiose ambitions back then. It was a Royal Quiet Deluxe Portable which came in a little brown case in which you were supposed to carry it around with you in spite of the fact that it weighed as much as a corpse. Wasn't exactly quiet either and some of the letters stuck. I had to bang it back down after every P. I loved that typewriter.
This is a still a reluctant return to public blog-keeping. Like a P it might stick and it might not.