Brain is winning the battle this morning; it is being uncommunicative and petulant. Ideas are in there. I can see them, peeking out, but I can't seem to grab hold of them in any coherent way.
Thinking of Christmas: past, present and future.
Thinking of old friends who are sick and those who are rallying around.
Thinking of Dylan and his upcoming knee surgery.
Thinking of Emma and wondering where the quiet went.
Thinking of youth and exhuberance vs. age and experience.
Thinking of everything I need to finish before the end of today...
I sometimes think, I think too much.
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