Spreadsheets, I love thee. Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and height and breadth
My tables reach, when contemplating math
For distribution and ideal balance.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by dim computer-light.
I love thy power and speed with delight.
I love thy charts and graphs with prudence.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In theorycrafting my system’s essence.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
For old mechanics. I love thee as friends
Who help perfect my game; and, if this works,
I shall love thee, too, when my campaign ends.
All apologies for the gleeful misuse of Ms Browning’s most excellent poem
