So I was sitting in this little corner cafe yesterday, you know the one with the mismatched chairs and that barista who always remembers your order? I had just finished my morning run – well, more of a brisk walk, let’s be real – and decided to treat myself to an iced oat milk latte. The sun was hitting the table just right, and I had my laptop open, scrolling through my usual weekend ritual: checking emails, planning the week ahead, and maybe a little online window shopping (don’t judge). And then it hit me. I’ve been using this orientdig spreadsheet for like, what, three months now? I remember when…