Getting From A To B...

So. I get up from the couch during a commercial to let the dog out last night. Because it's dusk I decide to turn on some lights on the way to the back door. A lamp shifts a little when I flip its switch and I notice the table it sits on is pretty dusty. "Can't have that," I say to myself and so I go get a rag and dust destroying spray can. I spray and clean the dust off the table and as I turn away I find I have to do the other furniture in the room because the newly wiped one makes the others look bad. I put the spray can back in the kitchen cupboard and notice the dog's water dish is empty. I fill it and spill some water on the floor while setting the dish back on the floor. While mopping up the floor the phone in my pocket rings. It's my buddy asking me what model of wifi router I have.

So, I go to my work table upstairs in the work table room and pick up the router to read out the model number on the bottom, inadvertently unplugging it, causing my phone connection to die. I plug the router back in and accidentally knock some books off the desk. I pick the books off the floor and a piece of paper falls out of one. I bend down to pick up the paper, thinking it holds a secret message or something but it turns out to contain nothing of interest and I crumple it up, throw it on the desk where it nudges the mouse and the computer monitor wakes up, revealing my browser window. I see I've received a few new emails (always an exciting event) and sit down to check them out. Most are fluff but in the process of typing I notice I have tragically chipped a fingernail. My computer freezes and I restart it, then put it back to sleep. While doing so I examine the chipped fingernail and decide repairs can wait until tomorrow.

I get up again and stand in the center of the room for a while trying to remember why I originally got up from the couch. Decide the walls need painting and wonder if I should brush my teeth again while I'm upstairs in the neighborhood of the bathroom. I hear faint clicking noises coming from the kitchen downstairs. I recognize that sound. The dog is doing a dance at the back door. I'm hearing his claws on the linoleum.

Oh yeah, the dog.

Out.