Tracking

Had a little technical challenge this morning. To wit: How does one fill out, sign and remit W9 forms without (A) access to a printer, and (B) access to a fax?

Managed to solve the challenge elegantly indeed after half an hour of so of futzing around. But man, it made me nostalgic for the days when B and I would do Stupid Computer Tricks together.

Even when we were bickering, we were a good team intellectually. And when we were in synch, we had fun doing those stupid, mundane things.

I miss that fun.

I miss tracking another human being. I miss being tracked.

I miss having someone else's back and having someone else have my back.