Boy, there were a lot of typos today! I think I fixed them all, but I want to apologize to the many readers of the original versions. The fact that I was writing posts while running around like a headless chicken was my problem, not yours, and my duties of competence and diligence, not to mention professionalism. required me to either meet proper editing standards or not post at all.
I thank you all for your tolerance, and will strive to do better, because you deserve better.
It would sure help if I could learn to proofread.
Ethics Alarms 
No apology is necessary, but really quite commendable of you to post one anyway. Truly professional. 🙂
You are too kind. I have been a lousy proof-reader my whole life, and it’s about time I started shaping up. Thanks for being so understanding, Michelle.
I’m a writer, too, and it’s VERY hard to proofread your own work. You read what you write, and see what you think you wrote. I think people will understand. As long as the content remains superb, and the typos aren’t too hilarious, no problem.
My favorite ongoing typo is “Untied States,” which probably reflects more on my political beliefs than my ability to proofread…
As a blogger, I can tell you I make them constantly despite my very best efforts to the contrary. It is not lack of attention, really, but more lack of time.
Do your best, but as the old saying goes, don’t let the perfect be the enemy of the good. And I always, always thank my readers for pointing out typos, as long as they don’t try to score points off me by doing so.
Even the best newspapers and writers make typographical errors, so striving for perfection is ethical and noble, but recognition of our human fallibility and time constraints is equally important.
So unless you have all the time you need to make it perfect, just correct them when you have time to re-proofread or someone else helps. That’s what I do. 🙂
Thanks, Glenn. What really does work for me, but often is hard to fit in, is reading the piece out loud to someone else. It not only catches missing words and letters my eye pretended to see before, but also flags overly long sentences, repeated words and confusing transitions. For some reason, reading it out loud to myself doesn’t work, maybe because, like George Costanza, I can’t stand the sound of my own voice.