The typos creep in sometimes because of the M.S. My brain thinks one thing and my fingers type another. The strangest one was when I did could for called. I usually notice and change it. This time I did not catch it. Thanks for pointing that out. What is worse is when I am speaking to somebody and I know the word I want to say. I can even picture it in my mind. But it will not move down to my tongue. So I stand there sputtering like an inarticulate idiot growing more and more frustrated. No doubt witnessing my distress would give you cause for enjoyment and be evidence of my sin of being Catholic.
May the Lord deal with you with the same grace and mercy as you show others.
If that were true of any of us, we'd all be in trouble. Thankfully, God extends boundless mercy to those, like me, who don't deserve it.
God's blessings and strength to you in your illness.
"I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me." -- Phil. 4:13