Reading the Old Fashioned Way

Why... just yesterday where webbed wide world troubles seemed so far away, that would hove bin Monday (October first tooth house sand eight teen), i.e. yea all ready yes tar day immediately found me ah say comfortably, yet (gnome min Ellie squirreled away) seated on lawn chair a lay ying when tired noggin sinks deeply buried amidst pillows, may find me submerged clay mare ring with fervent eagerness, and minimal delay to soak in contents of the latest issue of TIME magazine came in the mail, hooray which information periodically, I always eagerly await akin to puppy at play time, though occasionally, an issue doth not arrive so okay lack of receiving timely enjoyable enlightening material, no reason to nay say United States Postal Service pray tell, an alternate option avails to peruse online contents, aye vay their experience, the smooth paper texture this "FAKE" snoop doggy dog tags online medium deplore able, cuz lack of poor lee no comparison versus cozying up with pages as wood burning stove doth roar these fingers can turn more appealing than straining, whar only with great effort, aye wreck kin and, unable to ignore eyes coon sitter this quite a chore to lean in attempting with difficulty to explore (with scrunched brow, and squinting myopic ocular orbs) scroll thru webpage, while ma back also feels strained, nor ken nigh, yet favors the hard copy visa vis discovering significant global and local happenings, (which affinity also applies to The Nation magazine), yet latter noticeably more brashly appealing tummy with righteous leftist political leanings bobbing along bon jour.