Sheesh am I foggy-headed this morning. Maybe it’s the weather; maybe it was a night of sleep that felt like another life in another place. Maybe I’ve used up all the spark my brain has to offer.
I hope it’s not that last one.
Somewhere, inside the swaddled cotton in my head, there are words and thoughts and ideas, I’m sure of it. They’re just tired now, and my full dose of caffeine isn’t rattling their cages.
That’s not right.
I don’t keep my ideas in confinement. I fully support free-range ideas, they are given complete run of my head. If only they can find their way through the batting.
Through the batty?
Hmm. Something tells me with that kind of transition, Aunty Ida wants a word with me. Let her find me through the fuzz, then, and very good luck to her.
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On days like that, I find it’s better to just go back to bed. That way I am less of a danger to myself and those around me. 😊
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I think you are right…I definitely should have sharp objects or thoughts!
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