I’d say “Inkdolence”, as appealing to Ink Quest fans seems to drive up my readership, but it doesn’t scan well and I don’t want to be seen as pandering.
As promised…? Threatened? Prophesied? …in a previous post, vacation time has led to a spotty effort here. I use my title with some irony, as what has been happening is making a hash of some website updates in between spending loads of time with my son, thus keeping my wife from madness (for those without one, this note: a baby will expand to fill all available time). One of the grandfathers has introduced the tyke to the dubious joys of being flung up into the air, which I recall as loads up fun until the catch is flubbed, so he’s not just mentally exhausting now.
Distraction has also appeared in the form of the terminal stages of a mortgage renegotiation, with the final signings coming the last Friday before the too-late month-end (despite getting the proverbial ball rolling a full two months earlier). The whole family trooped into the lawyers office, and settling son into his favourite place for such exercises (the back of my neck) I noticed that there were pens laid in front of each guest seat. The cheapest possible, pennies-a-gross, ball-points. I drew out my chosen pen for the event, a 1949 Sheaffer Valiant which I’ve not yet made up a page for loaded with vintage paper-reactive ink, and used it exclusively. I’m pleased to say that my wife and father, who had an interest in our house until he used the pen yesterday, eschewed the ballpoints, borrowing mine. The lawyer stuck with his ballpoint… although I should pluralize that, as the first two didn’t work.
I withheld comment. I may have damaged my spleen in doing so.
Today’s pen (and most of the past week’s): Lamy Vista
Today’s ink (ditto): Noodler’s Van Gogh Starry Night.