Damn dot...

Whether by stroke of luck or whatever (because Whatever should never EVER be taken lightly. It's powers are vast and strong.) I find myself at work, but not working. And just so you don't think of me as the type who compromises professional integrity, there is....a glitch (let us call it a glitch for simplicity's sake) that has directed me to this in order to save sanity. I have resigned myself to it, this glitch, after numerous efforts. I am "going with the flow". If anything it has given me time (a commodity they say shouldn't be wasted). And so the word for today is introspection.

Things are quiet. More quiet than usual. It is a Sunday afterall. Which means inside the office and out, it is quiet. More quiet than usual. (hehe) Which is good because it affords me my silence for contemplation. Perfect. And as I try to recall my day's events up to this point. I am not too bold to move farther back than today. Time is not that generous. All things are as well as to be expected. Everyone important in my life, I am led to believe, is more or less in good spirits.

I have on an orange shirt with a regular print design. It's a nice shirt. Feels ok. I'll be wearing this for some time. Old and torn it'll be something I'll use to sleep. One grows comfortable to these things. Somewhere along the front of it's clothe, along its print design is a black ink dot that happened when a pen slipped from my teeth from trying to do too many things at once. And mostly when I'm doing whatever it seems to be the farthest thing from the farthest thing in my mind. Everything's ok. And that's as far and deep as I seem to go today.

There's a friggin' dot.

"I dare do all that may become a man. Who dares more is none." - Shakespeare