… but I swear, today it seems the only thing getting fit is the mouse on my desk. The way she just scurries around, munching on this and that little piece of information. Little invisible paws heaving her palm shaped wireless body here and there across the mouse pad, sometimes getting so excited she backs right into the wrist bumper. Whew! Makes me happy to see her just resting while I bang away at the keyboard for a change.
So what fuels this tiny body — other than those two double AA’s I have to feed her every so often?
Time! Little bits and pieces of time. You know how it goes. You feed your mouse a crumb here, a morsel there. You think you’ll never miss it: Just a click on the Bag Snob (what could it hurt; you’re just waiting for your coffee to be ready before you get to work). And for heaven sakes, you wouldn’t feel right not weighing in on off shore oil drilling before you start the day! And you know you’ve got a special dinner coming up. It only makes sense to check in with your top-secret wine discounter (shhh…)
That’s how my mouse stays fit. How about yours?