When my parents got a new Roomba–the little vacuum creature that runs around looking for cords and feet–I got their old one. It’s great, of course, but it has the instincts of a puppy with a fondness for all things deadly.
Does it help more than it hurts?
Who’s to say.
It also seems to spend a lot of time trying to go to the docking station it calls home.
“You’re not done,” I tell it, as it flashes its orange charging light at me. It’s not very obedient.
It’s a sunny, summery day here in Chicago where women still have rights and our governor is working to make sure it stays that way. At the moment I feel like a lightbulb that went zzz and then dark.
Do they do that still? Is that what they do now?
Which lightbulbs do that? It’s all muddled in my head. Though probably not really that necessary for the simile.
All similes must be scientifically accurate! Says no one.
I take that back.
There’s probably one dude on twitter.
Anyway, I think that’s about all we get to ease us into yet another Monday. Have a great day.
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