Went down to the hamshack last night, just cleaning up a bit and "reading the mail," which means idly tuning around for ongoing conversations (in Morse) and eavesdropping. It's a part of the hobby from Day One and helps keep one's code skills sharp.
Found myself at the little Corona Four typewriter, copying about 70% of a fairly rote conversation between a couple of guys zipping along in excess of 20 words a minute. Touch-typing and reading code go together like chocolate and peanut butter and when it's working well, your ears and your fingers seem to be directly connected!
Couldn't leave well enough alone; after they were done, the low end of 40 meters was pretty quiet. I picked a frequency, called CQ and shazam! A VA3-prefix (up Canada way) replied. We chatted a bit before our signals faded away. Ontario's not exactly distant but I was running less power than an old-fashioned desk lamp and his power was even lower: about like talking across the length of a football field by clicking a ballpoint pen.