Relative Something

I just can’t seem to keep my hands off my laptop screen. I know a certain lad who grew up in my home who is much more disciplined than me. If it is not a touch-screen, hands off. This morning, I noticed a smudge on the display of my laptop and reached out to give it a wipe with my bare hand. How Neanderthal of me! Then it occurred to me that using my hand to clean it was not nearly as disgusting as the way the smudge got there in the first place.

In the calm and dark of the hot summer evening, as I lean back in my comfy chair and scan the far reaches of the world on my computer, the distinctive glow of the screen attracts whatever winged insect happens to have made its way indoors with me. I just can’t help myself. I actually reach out and put my finger on the little no-see-um that has alighted on the display. How gross is that?