Hello, all of you apparitions living in my mind, products of my brain and the world without. I've missed you. It seems there is so little time to discuss things with you these days. Busy as bees are we down here. This week of work has come to an end and rewarded me with two days of relative freedom. The progeny is watching Christmas specials with mother. The sun is shining. There is tea steeped; would you like some?
Fresh eyes: euphemistic, sure. One's eyes being well rested does not necessarily grant better vision or understanding. It's the quality of the rest that's most important for me. Ten hours of sleep is sometimes much worse for productivity, thoughtfulness, happiness than five peaceful, relaxed and dream-filled hours.
All this musing was prompted this morning by a simple discovery. It has always been that toilet paper must sit on the hook, dispenser (or what-have-you) with the loose end dangling over the facing side of the roll. Why would anyone's traditions run contrary to this? Well, the progeny has solved the riddle: toddling people (of, say, two solar years' age) like to unravel things, create chaos, act as "agents of change". It allows them to learn. If the loose end of the roll is at the back, then the toddler's natural inclination to spin the roll by pulling down on the facing side will not yield a ream of paper all over the floor.
This is, like everything I suppose, not fool-proof. But it is a good reason to consider the rear-facing-toilet-paper-roll-end. There you are, pass it on. Wars have been caused by less. Let's try to understand one another, even if others are only neurons firing in our brains. Communications.
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