Old spellings. I like them. Archaic turns of phrase. Askewnesses, plurals. The Thisness and Thatness of it all: attributation, verbing & nouns. The Ampersand.
I like my reality. It’s not as if I’m married to it, I haven’t sworn allegiance to it, and it not to me, we are not, in that sense, committed to each other, nor in any other sense, I believe. But having been together coming up half a century, I paddle in the comfort of familiarity, as in a hot tub that isn’t quite hot, merely warm. We do, I feel, know each other. So naturally, naturally I’m irked when it deserts me; not upset, I don’t upset easily, nor do I anger; hardly at all. Rhythmic repetitions. Is Y a consonant or a vowel, and why. Eschewing question marks.