This morning I was making buckwheat bars. Nine times out of ten when I bake I write out a recipe (even from cookbooks) before I start. This puts my anxious self to ease.
I started to write out buckwheat, and my spelling skills shined though as I wrote out “buchwheat.” Again, visual me, immediately spots the odd spelling and remembers, ‘k, not h.’
A small tick of a diagonal line on the hump of the h solved the problem.
I am so god damn adaptable these days, and fuck it feels good.