It’s a mindless kind of day. Sunday. Snowing outside. Mindless pursuits inside. I look for my knitting. There’s only one ball of yarn. There should be two.
Kelly: “Where’s the other yarn?”
Kelly: “I said “where’s the other yarn?” There should be two.”
Doug: (pause) “I thought you said “where’s the other neuron?”
Kelly: “No. Why would I say that?”
Doug: “Hmm…. I thought you were being critical.”
May your Sunday be mindless, too……