Sometimes I sit down, and can't think of one single thing to say - like now. Weasley doesn't care. He just wants me to sit down so he can snuggle up. He'd rather I not say anything about blackhead removal tools or anything else - because the typing bothers him.
He complains and pushes against my arm, and I tell him he doesn't have to be right here next to me. Or else I just type with my other hand.
It takes a lot longer to type a blog post with just one hand than it does when I can have both hands on the keyboard.