Less Nessman has this site that I stole from Karl's blogroll a while back, because I thought it was freakin' cool. The idea is to write a hundred words on the subject of the day - posted on the website each morning - and it seemed to me like this was something I could get behind. If nothing else, it's good practice, and I'm all about practice.
Sadly, I don't have a word processor, and I can't do a word count. A quick hand count below tells me I'm over the limit slightly, by how much I'm not sure. But someone very dear said to me before she went on retreat that occasionally you have to stop waiting for the ideal thing and work with what you have. So from now on I'll do this every day I don't have anything else to say, and I'll try to get as close as I can to 100 without microsoft's help.
And this is my humble offering:
I could tell just before I was about to go. The only reason I'm set to do this at all is for her; it's not that good for my components, and it certainly doesn't save any power. There's the smallest, briefest shudder before I can feel the Negitoro roll, suddenly inert in my mouth as my jaw muscles disengage, my toungue registering one last afterimage of salty sweetness, rice like cloud breaking up against.. the roof of.... my mouth.... .. the...... light recedes....
"What's he doing?"
"Oh god, that's so wierd"
"it's perfectly normal, it just means that no one's used him for a little while. However....."
I imagine her skirt revealing shapely thighs as she leans forward, her eyebrows rising archly for emphasis, and I can almost hear her smirk. Did I really say that this wasn't about power?
"Someone", she says, " is going to have to toggle the mouse."