A Plea to Share a Little Less

Today is February 25th, which also happens to be the 25th day this month for which the temperatures have been significantly below average here in the upper right hand corner of the country.

It’s gotten to the point where I don’t go anywhere without a pair of jumper cables, and when I say this, I’m only talking about going from room to room inside the house.  If I’m forced to venture outside, I now bring one of my wife’s cats with me.  This is not for companionship but in case I find myself stranded on the shoulder of a road and in desperate need of protein.

All of which is by way of saying that I’m too bloody cold and winter-bound to write a brand new Musing today.  Plus which, it’s hard to type while wearing mittens.  But since one of the recurring themes in this space has been the need to give sufficient thought to the words we use, I thought that a piece I had written a while back about the promiscuous use of the word “share” might be a good one to reinforce that theme while still leaving me time to stalk and trap one of Gail’s cats, since I need to go out for a hair cut later today.

To read it, you can go to the Articles page.  Or click directly on its title here, “To Hell With 'Sharing'”.