I love a good word, I do. I love finding exactly the right word to express exactly what it is I am trying to say. I love to roll words around in head. I love to look a word up in the dictionary to find it is, in fact, exactly the word I was looking for, or conversely, that it is not in point of fact, what I meant at all or, at least not precisely. I love looking up one word only to find there is an even better, more exact, word for what I am trying to express. I love letting the words from one definition lead me to the next word and its definition, and then the next, until I am so far afield from where I began that I cannot, for the life of me, remember what it was that I thought I wanted to say.