If that title doesn’t pull you in like a pair of pantyhose with too many runners, you have no imagination. Which is the reason I couldn’t come up with a better way of expressing my favorite symbol. Long story longer. A friend of mine was giving me a play by play of a horrible thing he did. So horrible. It was a beautiful spring day and his kids came home from school and wanted to go out and play. He thought it was a grand idea oh dear oh dear. So out they went ooobla dee oobla da. I’m starting to shake now. SPOUSE comes home, sees the kids outside in school clothing, and lights into the world. Yells at him, yells at kids, yells yells yells. Such a big, bad blunder. So smooth guy that he is draws a Big Circle with a Small Dot in the Middle, and explains calmly that the Circle is his world, and the tiny Dot is how much he cares about the kids playing in their school clothes. Perfect gentleman, perfect sense. I think many things that make us want to yell yell yell are just Little Dots. Perspective. This happened over ten years ago but I often think of that symbol which I wish I could name and patent. Goose poop on your clothes is a tiny Dot. Wait I take that back. It’s disgusting. But making yourself crazy over trivia is not good when we live in a trivial world. SPOUSE is a bit of a wack job (oh yeah that’s rude), and I might be losing another follower here, but I’ll always be so appreciative of a path to categorize my life dot dot dot….