What law of the universe determines that the moment you try to be quiet, you are then encumbered by an unseen force that attracts you to every hard surface in the room?
Seriously, it’s like trying to be quiet causes some sort of phenomena where you unavoidably trip on things, kick the foot of the bed, or drop things.
Extra points if told from the perspective of a children’s book writer.


I definitely can’t prove that it isn’t gnomes. You have me there. (I prefer KDE though)
Actually… it might have been a 🐧 that I saw…