Home is a powerful word.
Okay, lemme try that again because that sounds stupid.
Home is a powerful idea. It's the embodiment of security, warmth and cat debris. It is the place where you go when you've got nowhere else to turn. It's that little house button on your browser.
It's also, if you're lucky, the place where you put your computer. I'm not on my computer. Which is a good indication that I'm not home. And to keep the suspense from killing some of our more sensitive readers, I'mma admit right away that I'm using The Girlfriend's computer. I've squirrelled myself away in her basement and commandeered her computer.
There is a collection of interesting things here on the desk. A piece of yella paper here that has a list of things on it in tiny handwriting, for example. Number 4 says "indulgences" while another says "printing press". This is evidently some kind of world-domination checklist. Makes me nervous.
There's a pair of glasses that give me an instant headache. A receipt for something called a "MoneyGram," which I take to be some kind of delicious legal cracker.
To close this post, I've come up with a really stupid way of saying that somebody in your vicinity isn't meeting the full intelligence expectations: "(name of person)'s been eating too many frogs!"
I know, I know. I blame the coffee.