Calculating various carbon footprints.

Continued exercises in futility.

A friend texted me a photo of an old package of carbon paper.

“I’m cleaning out some stuff and found this,” he said. “Do you need any carbon paper?”

He lives across the country so he’d have to send it in the mail, but sure. I have two typewriters and the memories of using my mom’s carbon paper to trace coloring book pages to make copies still dwell within.