"All words are symbols that represent unspeakable realities. Which is also why words are magical." (Donald Miller tweet)

Friday, March 11, 2011

breakfast hardware

Thursday started uneventfully.  I got up early to do some school reading before work, coffee in one hand, yellow highlighter in the other.  I really thought I was making some progress too, until I realized that while my eyes were moving and my hand was highlighting, my brain was vegging under a tree somewhere.  Everything I read was being translated as, “maah, maah, maah….”  I sighed and started again.

 
An hour later, I put the kettle on to boil some water for my daily bowl of oatmeal.  Added cinnamon.  Added raisins.  Looked for peaches – none left.  Stirred my breakfast around and sat it on the desk in front of me to cool while I did some computer work.


 
I’m not sure when it happened.  Perhaps while answering some emails, or putting a Crossfire event on Facebook.  All I know is that as I absent-mindedly consumed my oatmeal, I suddenly became aware that there was something wrong with it.  It may have been the tooth-shattering CRUNCH.  Or the sudden pain on the inside of my cheek as something tore a strip into it.  I jumped and spit out the offending mouthful, figuring that somehow an almond shell or petrified raisin had snuck in there.
 
It was a tiny little screwnail.  In perfect condition.  In my breakfast.



 
(Yes, that IS my messy office. And your point is ... ??)


Don’t worry.  I saved it.  I’m not sure what to do with it.  
(Maybe Quaker Oats will give me a skid full of oatmeal for it.)




Regardless … if there are any moments in the next few weeks where I seem a little off … cut me some slack, OK?  Apparently I've got a few screws loose.