So last night, standing at my computer, I had one of those moments. You know the ones, where you suddenly have no clue what you’re supposed to be doing. Not in an existential, meaning of life sense. In a where did I put my keys? sense. I often have those moments passing from one room to the next, but I couldn’t blame an evil, brain-robbing threshold this time. Maybe I could blame the moth I’d just chased around the room, at length and unsuccessfully. (Though it disappeared behind the couch, one of my ears remained attuned for thump-thump-thumps to resume Read more…