Underpants.....

It started early this morning, this feeling of stagnation. I felt like I was standing in muck, or maybe up to my knees in quicksand. I was going nowhere after two large cups of coffee. I felt, uncomfortable, maybe even backward. It was starting out as a one step forward two steps back sort of day.

So, I was trying to think of some issue, some problem, something that happened to get me in this "funk." Nothing came to mind. I thought a nice hot shower would help me get going. I had to decide if I would take the shower or eat lunch first. I chose the shower.

I walked into the bathroom with company beside me. Jill the Cat who used to live across the street but came here several years ago loves the bathroom. It's her favorite room in the house. She drinks from the toilet, eats toilet paper, and licks us when we are getting into or out of the tub. Jill jumped up onto the toilet seat and I started to adjust the shower water. I looked down and there I saw the reason for my sluggish morning.

My underpants were on inside out.

I was very sad when I heard that Steve Jobs died yesterday. He did so much in his short time here. For me, rather than his accomplishments at Apple, I think of, and appreciate his foresight, working with Pixar films. In 1986 he purchased the computer division of Lucas films and that soon became Pixar. In the years leading up to the release of "Toy Story" it was Jobs that kept the company afloat.

There are people who come along every so often to make major contributions to mankind. Steve Jobs was certainly one of those. I have been able to enjoy many things in my life thanks to his business practices and inventions. He was very, very special.

And, my underpants are on inside out.

This morning I heard this dialoge, "We Italians are masters at doing nothing." Doing nothing, according to the film character, is just as important as anything else. Life can be extremely difficult and people need to be able to step back, relax, and as the expression goes, smell the roses. I am very lucky, I can smell the entire garden, and it smells pretty darn good.

My underpants are on inside out, and I don't care.