Dammit my preferred writing notebook doesn't *quite* exist anymore and I am going to be real mad if the post-corporate-merger version isn't as goo. Maybe I should schlep out to the art-supply-store-slash-cocktail-bar and see if they have them to poke at.
Wait. Yes. I should do that.
Hah, I found some of my dad's old observing log books, thought, "Hey, those would be fun to write in!" went looking for 5 ½ x 8½" paper (COLLEGE RULED) and immediately fell down a rabbit hole of colored pockets, indexing dividers, and associated bling. I think this ride has left the platform.