While I love to save paper, there are times that I just need to print something. Some days I do this when I am working from home. The printer is upstairs in the office and I like to work outside or in the kitchen office downstairs.
I pull up the doc, I hit print.
And then I freak out.
No one else is home, why do I hear fumbling and rattling? Who is here? Who just waltzed in uninvited in the middle of the day when everyone is at work or school? I tip toe and peak through the corridor. I want to say, “I can hear you, intruder!” But, I don’t. Instead I inch myself closer and closer to the sound. Ah ha! They are upstairs!
And then the synapses in my brain that were obviously not connecting correctly, finally connect.
No Summer, it is just the printer. Again.
And there has not been one time yet, that I do not have the same reaction.
Happy Friday to you all.