The Only Thing With a Heartbeat I've Touched All Day

So, here I go, spending my evenings as I do; saturated by a mixture of mediums from television to print to Internet. I keep my pulse on the culture, the nation, the weather; of course all these things have no pulse, unless flashing lights, blinking cursors, and turning pages count.

My pet pushes her way on my lap; displacing the laptop allowing me to type, to connect, to face the world without embracing it.

And then I realize, she's the only thing with a heartbeat I've touched all day; I respect you, so I'll tell you candidly, I wouldn't want it any other way.