I’m both focused and scattered today, explain that one. Focusing on my scatteredness?
Scattering my focus?
Who’s to say.
It’s brightly sunny but not August hot, and I can’t help but start to wonder if somehow the planet is off its merry march around the sun. It feels like September.
The trees do not agree with me.
I had what can only be described as “a weekend,” it wasn’t particularly anything, really, as I sat here contemplating the virus spewing forth and disseminating itself, 100,000 willing Lollapalooza vectors per day streaming out of the venue and into the rest of the city and suburbs.
I’m seeing more masks again.
It’s nice not to be the only one.
But still, it didn’t have to be this way.
Anyway, that’s it for Monday, my brain wants to flit on to other things. Have a great day.