Develop the muscle in your pointer finger for optimum double-click-refresh on your dying laptop. Continually expect contact from the outside world, anything of meaning or substance. At the same time, turn your cell phone off and shove it under the box spring.
The hummingbirds have worked their way north, an autumnal migration into the left frontal brain, preventing you from synthesizing the irony of your behavior. Get back into bed with only Nina Simone to keep you company. Clear your schedule for days, you will need this time to chase after the borders of an ever-expanding universe.
Originally published at A Thing of Today.
