My desk is an EcoSystem: it operates on the Compost Theory of Rotation. Stuff sinks to the bottom with the addition of new material, and only when you turn the accumulation over does it reappear, often in altered form.
I somehow thought that when I started saving data on storage media, it would condense the amount of Stuff in my office. Hah! Now I have even *more* papers, disks, and boxes of Stuff. But I love it. It's like living inside a library. (Did I mention that I have a lot of books, too?) ((Did I mention that I write for a living?))
To me surfing the Internet is like being a kid in a candy store. A really, really big candy store. And I do mean the Internet, and not just the Web. There are lots of things that are hidden from public view and never show up in graphical interfaces. I know; I've been there.
I can spent time on the Net that is much faster than the Speed of Light. I know this because I can look at the clock and think, "Oh, 2 pm; I should probably go and fix some lunch." And the next thing I know I have to turn on a lamp because it's too dark to see without it. Oops! It's now 8 pm. Where did the time go?
And I never want to quit. I remember when I was a girl and my mother would keep telling me to turn off the light and go to sleep, and I'd always mumble, "Just let me finish this chapter." Usually I'd fall asleep with the book on my face, or she'd come in an confiscate it.
As a sidebar, I had a realization not long ago: I was all comfy and cozy on the waterbed and kept hitting the Snooze Alarm. Repeatedly. The cat was most unhappy about this and kept pestering me to get up. And it dawned on me that forty years ago I was sleeping in the exact same spot, telling my mother, "Just a few more minutes and then I'll get up."
If my mother had been as pitiful looking as the cat when he's hungry, or had claws like he does, she could have gotten me up a lot faster.
Bright Blessings,
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