This reminds me of the details you have to fill in, mainly for social sites. They ask for details about family and above all relationships. It used to be married or single. A new word has slipped in, perhaps it is the modern way of doing things. “It’s complicated”. That can be complicated? Either you have a partner or do not have a partner. Honestly speaking I do not want to know more. I can be very complicated and so can Mr. Swiss, although he finds he is not complicated and neither am I.
Thank goodness my grandparents or even my parents did not have a computer and belong to the Facebook at the turn of the century. They were married and had one kid after the other, or they were a spinster or bachelor according to whether they had found someone or not. The married ones had no time to get complicated, they were two busy filling the hungry mouths that were appearing owing to the complicated problem of perhaps having no baby pills, it was then just the luck of the night. And the unmarried just got on with it.
My computer mouse has also got very complicated. In itself it is not a problem. This is my special Apple magic mouse which I use on my macbook pro. Some do not like them, but he has been with me since I have this computer, a couple of years, and I have got used to him. He now has a problem, but to be quite honest my logitech mouse is also allergic to wooden tables with spaces in between. This is my outside table on the porch and spaces do not agree with mice. The mice tend to search for something that is not there. Luckily we have a special ergonomic mouse pad which supports your wrist and is the solution to having tables where the surface disappears in between.
Another complication is that I might have to abruptly finish this blogging session as the clouds are gathering and now and again there is a thunderous noise in the background.