I spilled my corn nuts the other day rounding a curve….trying to get to the next mailbox on a really heavy Monday.

That’s rough.

I love those corn nuts.

Love them.

Of course, love is too strong a word.

I do have a strong affection for them.

It’s my morning treat right now, and when I’m feeling a little hypoglycemic, it feels good to get some picante corn nuts in my belly.

So when I spill them, it’s a big deal.

Now I have a bunch of corn nuts on the floor of the Mail Jeep to remind me of my loss.

“My Loss”.

It’s funny how I can hype a non-event into something tragic.

Corn nuts don’t even rank in the big picture.

What’s the big deal about losing some corn nuts?

It’s nothing.

I wonder how many other things I should just gloss over and let pass like so many clouds on a windy day?

Man, though….I love those corn nuts.

What a loss.