I just found a bug inside my monitor at work. I thought it was a rogue pixel until it started moving. I’m now wondering how many mites might be crawling on my blueberry bagel.
The taste of slightly burnt quesodillas from the oven brought to mind the scowling face of my husband’s ex wife as she sat for dinner with a bunch of extended family for her son’s recent graduation. I just threw the things in the trash bin rather than eat anymore.~