Evening light tumbles in through the windows and bathes the whole roomin a kaleidoscope of colors, treating me to a grand show. Dust motes danceupon the air, and most mundanely I am seized with the urge to sneeze,which I promptly do, and end up scattering the serenely dancing motes intoa frenzy of wildly dancing dust motes instead.It’s been some time since I’ve gotten around to handling a vacuum andunfortunately with west-facing windows, it shows now. Being cursed as I amat the moment with an absence of time on my hands the last thing I wantto do when I come home is to duel with dust motes-and-mites.Luckily, my poetical tendencies have waned and I’m now left with a rednose, a cursor winking at me from my computer screen, and a pile of coinsin front of me, to the left and also to the right of me. Contrary to how itmight appear I’m no modern day Scrooge obsessively lingering over mymoney.