Okay, so I’m sitting in this little corner cafe, the one with the slightly wobbly wooden tables and the barista who remembers your usual after two visits. It’s that weird limbo hour between brunch and early dinner, and I’m just people-watching, nursing a probably-too-strong oat milk latte. My phone is buzzing with a friend’s weekend plan spreadsheet—bless her organized heart—and it got me thinking. You know how we all have that one digital thing that just… works for us? For ages, mine was a chaotic mess of notes app ramblings and lost photo albums until I stumbled into the whole world of the orientdig spreadsheet. It sounds so dry, right?…