Okay, it has not reset yet.
I spent three hours yesterday, Monday, torturing myself and dutifully typing my old letters into the memory. I do not know how you or the other readers did it. The whining, sniveling, and on top of that, the chicken scratch that I passed off as printing; thank you one and all. It will be interesting to see the change, for the better I hope, now that I am able to type my own letters.
After the memory dump yesterday, I managed to get a screwdriver, and opened up the typewriter case. I had hoped to find a loose connection or a chip that needed to be more firmly inserted into its socket. I do not know if my attempt to be sure all connections were proper will have any effect, but time will tell.
I am certainly going to be sure to print out the final copy of this page as soon as I fill it. No putting it aside while I type page two.
I have noticed that I am taking your style comments to heart. I typed a five page letter to my parents Sunday and found myself typing out all the numbers in words! I know I still will let a few slip by, but just send me a reminder once in a while and eventually it will sink in.
I look like hell and have not been sleeping all that well. The blanket and sheets are great and at this point it is not the physical aspects of my surroundings that are at fault. My brain is just not very much into relaxed mode. The legal standing of my case at this point is the seed of my sleeplessness.
I have still not heard back from the district court on the poor person motion and the last three letters to the Appeals Court have yet to be answered. Certainly the #1 problem of fighting a legal issue while incarcerated is the inability to have direct access to the proper tools and research. Add to that this being my last chance at freedom, and well there you have the reason for the majority of my stress.