The thought for today:
Whenever you find yourself in doubt about something and there could be several options or explanations but there is the one that is dead easy and simple and really not that complex but it bugs you and you’re thinking to yourself that it would totally suck if it were THAT ONE… it’s time to realize that it is.
Repeat after me: "Ockham’s Razor, bitch."
Or if you’re not fond of cussing it up, you can always go for, "Entia non sunt multiplicanda praeter necessitatem."
I.e., "Things shouldn’t go ahead and multiply themselves just because you need them to do so."
I.e., "The explanation is much simpler than you’d want it to believe so stop making up strange, fruity things up that are way too far-fetched to be true or even rationally possible."
I.e., "Stop whining about strange theories of dust and/or sinus problems and dust the house, dingbat."
It’s a little annoying, but you’ll seldom be wrong.
I might try to go for two posts today, but it is Monday– day of endless fount of energy for me.
Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful.
Hate me because I actually get things done on Mondays.
A Daily Dose of Zen Sarcasm! 
Crud – Monday’s are my “off days” – isn’t that a law/rule or something? š
I’m a big fan of Ockham and his razor. Of course, anyone (such as myself) with spiritual beliefs would be mortified at that statement. Helpfully, I can shovel my own protests aside using the very same tool. This allows me to get to the root of the issue at hand without bothering myself with moralistic dilemmas, and I am free to ponder the metaphysical significance of my findings after the problem’s been solved. Gosh, science sure is neat! š
For me, Mondays are always worst on Sunday night, bedtime, when I realize that “Damn, I can’t believe the weekends gone already…”
By Monday morning, I’m resigned to the fact, and things progress normally…lol
Potty mouth!