Ants

At one time, there were ants on my workbench.

And they crawled onto my computer.

Sometimes when I was away.
Sometimes dropping from above, as I worked.
Sometimes under the lid--a surprise for me, when I opened it.
Sometimes on the keyboard.

Sometimes, in low light, they would make their way across the screen. Back-lit silhouettes, frantically pioneering through pixels and light.

And I killed them. All.

But sometimes I still see them on my keyboard.

Parenting Insights for Those Who Clearly Don't Know Where to Get Their Insights: "Addressing Hygiene Issues"

Me (to child, as I pass through the room): "You're kinda stinky. Did you know that?"

Child (pausing for thought): "Well, I just farted..."

Me (leaving room): "Well, there ya go."


Fin

Yeah, yeah...

...I'm getting to it.

Most of my thoughts these days are had while running from one hat-peg to the next, or while wearing one of my many non-blogging hats.

I'll try to remember a few things to blog about later, but will most likely fail.

Don't worry, though. I'm sure I'll stumble across the same thoughts again later, and they'll be just as freshly irrelevant and unprofound as they would have been originally.