I’ve been under a lot of stress lately. This will sound silly, but the number of pens in my pocket is a fair indicator of how much stress I’m under. I think that I grab something to write with, stick it in my pocket, and just keep doing that. Two pens: good. Three: bad. Four: very bad. Five: I need a walk!
Today I had the first ever catastrophic failure of a fountain pen; it left a large inky blotch on my shirt front, so I guess that shirt is now rags. That’s a new ratchet point for me.