The little numbers were spinning.

It proved we had plenty of paid electricity left to use, or we were in a bingo hall, or a backup from computer to hard drive was in progress, or we were traveling fast on an open road and mileage was accumulating.

There were other possibilities, of course, but we won’t continue to list more.

Down at the old garage, two friends were building an electric rocket, a new toaster oven that was powered by thought and a musical instrument that read thoughts.

We must live in an active place. Full of activity, full of action.