Mouse Trap

In a groggy state I plodded through the house, fumbled with my keys and unlocked the adjoining supply room.  Maybe I should have turned on the overhead lights but I find florescent bulbs off-putting especially at daybreak.  Instead, I used the torch on my cell phone to lead the way.  Everything along the metal shelving is alphabetized.  I am surprisingly organized everywhere else but my office.  Chaos aids my creative process.  When I lifted the box marked, "blog by Trixie Archer," it was empty.
 
What the heck?  I know there were at least three blogs in there last week.  I peered about the small room.  What I found on the tiles below were not crumbs but bitts and bytes from what was supposed to be this weeks blog.
 
There were some really great ideas too, million dollar ideas...but what they were exactly, well, at this moment it all escapes me.  You'll just have to trust me, those extra blogs were amazing...honest.  Okay so I'm winking at the screen right now...ahem.
 
The truth is, my family threw a 50th birthday party for me over the weekend.  I did my best to mention my brother Mike in a speech, I even carried along the fire helmet he gave me when I was a little girl.  As I was speaking, my eyes fell upon that reminder and it struck me as sad that life was moving on, that even though my brother is inching his way towards his old self...it will be a while before he is with us again.  Knowing all that he has been through...I lost it. 
 
(In case you have just tuned into this blog, my brother Mike was in a serious car accident back in January and he has literally been to hell and back.)
 
Time is ever so precious.  I know this.  50 years old, well I remember when my parents turned 50, they seemed so antique.  So, there I stood with balloons, streamers and decorations thinking to myself, wow, where did the time go?  Yes and Mike wasn't there with us to celebrate...my brother...
 
While I was dabbing at my eyes, I'm guessing between that and the makeup I was wearing, I ended up with the most painful sty this week.  Staring at a computer screen was the last thing I needed to do.  In fact, I ended up at an urgent care yesterday for some very effective medicine.  Relief...I see, literally.
 
So yes, my blog box was a bit empty this morning.  If only I could send you a bite of cake instead of bytes and bits.  Yes, that would do fine...calorie free with oodles of frosting.  Delicious in the imagining.
 
So that will have to do for now.  I wonder exactly what sort of critter would consume bits and bytes anyway?  I'm guessing a cordless mouse must have escaped from the bin of computer keyboards and such.  If only I had my son's Mousetrap game from long ago, it might have proven to be the perfect solution.
 
Until next week,
 
~Trixie Archer