Unamed

  There is a rhythm to life, a cadence. I was reminded of this when I caught myself counting the movements necessary to get the new doggie bag of poop into the larger, plastic bag. The things that we do almost without thought, like tying your shoes are done most times to an exact way each time, when we make a mistake in this process, it throws are timing off. Its a cadence thing. factoid I guess? mornin all.