still not perfect

Over the last many years I have written a poem each Christmas to give my friends the highlights of my year just past.  I worked on the principle that poetry kept my 'news letters' brief and if people wanted more detailed information they would ask.  This year I kept it brief (one page - lots of white spaces) but I couldn't make it into poetry so I called it a 'prose.'  I have been hand delivering these missives whenever I'm in meetings or otherwise seeing friends.  Yesterday, a friend called me in the evening to tell me how much she liked my news letter.  In fact she said she liked it much better than the one her husband had just written.  So I was feeling pretty good about this year's creation this morning as I sat down at my computer to print out some more copies.  That is until I noticed that there was a misspelled word in the very first line.  Happily, I had only handed out about 10 copies at this point, and I was able to correct the error before I printed any more copies.  Of course the fact that I sometimes make spelling errors will come as no surprise to regular readers of this blog.  Actullay, I bleam the errors on my comptuer keybroad which seems to rearrange letters unred my finregs.