...creeps in, runs a finger along a shelf, frowns at the dust, sends out an experimental puff of air, sneezes continously until vaguely nauseated, swats at an annoying wraith, turns around, walks back out....

I am percolating. I wrote a whole post in my head on the way to work. The other day, I pulled off every key on my keyboard and cleaned it out - that sludgey slimy disgusting mess- and now she is all good to go once again.

I'm. almost. here.