I am staring down at my Mac keyboard pondering what to write. And I am distracted.
Distracted because the sides of the keyboard are clear.
And I can’t help noticing one thing:
There is more food under those keys than there is in my cupboard.
I suppose I should be disturbed. But all I can think is that if there’s is widespread famine in this country, I could suck the Cheese-puff remnants out of my keyboard for days.
There is comfort in that.