It started half way through yesterday. The itch. The half way right foot sole itch. Because of the arch, simply grinding ones foot back and forth on the carpet proved inadequate. The foot hovered around, in search of a raised object; semi sharp right angle, to efficiently scratch that itch to sleep. Unfortunately, whole body had to cooperate in the search, as nothing under desk did provide relief. Shifting one’s self to the inconsistent mountain of objects for future observation pile. The corner of an unattached drain found itself gaining newly accredited job skills. A drain once thought of for object presentation purposes, now well into a new foot relief position. Such is life. A polymath drain. Reframing from a life of single minded pursuits in a specialist world. Preferring to gain perspective through a myriad of quests. Jack of all drains, master of plum.