My son chides me about my rule… a place for everything and
blah blah you get it (yes that’s the actual rule). Sometimes he likes to move
things just to see if I’m really paying attention. I fear he doesn’t understand
the true danger of this slippery slope; the dangers of interrupting the cosmic
order. Imagine if you will; you wake up one morning and EVERYTHING is out of
place. You must look for your toothbrush, your underwear your breakfast, then
onto car keys… and dang how did my car end up in Boca Raton??? Your place of
work has moved, the bank, the grocer and even your best friend no longer lives
down the street. Did I say street?? Crap where did THAT go? While this may make
for a vitally interesting day…it may not be as productive a one you had hoped.
Hmm wonder what tomorrow will bring.
