Junk

Where do I/we get all this crap from?
Not only that. I/we carry it around in our pockets and then complain when the lining breaks and things fall through, never to be seen again.

What happened today?
Nothing really, just a day at the desk with a phone in one hand and trying to type with the remaining one. An exercise in futility, thank heavens for spell check

Ah well. Until tomorrow....