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 a long walk through the park, the kind where you don’t really have a destination, just letting your feet take you wherever. My mind was wandering too, jumping from the book I’m reading to that weird dream I had last night, and then, as I stirred my oat milk latte, it landed on something I’ve been meaning to tell you about: my orientdig spreadsheet. Yeah, I know, spreadsheets sound about as exciting as watching paint dry. But hear me out.…