This morning about 7:30, I walked into my office and looked around and stopped to think. I forgot to start thinking again until about 5:30. I really don't know what I did all day but I know I was really busy.
We had a staff breakfast this am. After class last night I came home to put together my usual breakfast casserole. I cut the crusts from nice whole grain and seed bread, crisply fried some bacon, chopped herbs, shredded cheese and then realized I had one egg. I needed about ten.
So I stopped by a bakery on my way to work this am and picked up a scrumptious-looking loaf of pumpkin-walnut bread. I got to my office; fed Brandiss, my gold fish; started some coffee and that's when it happened. My brain shifted into slo-mo.
I think there is something wrong with my transmission too, because I couldn't up-shift all day. I'd find myself sitting at the computer and wondering what the heck I was supposed to be doing. I remember staring at the word prescription - a word I type several hundred times per day - trying to remember if it was spelled pre or per. Seriously. Is that scary or what?
If I were sixteen I'd think I was spacey. If I were thirty I'd think I was preoccupied. But since I'm fiddy fav, the first thing I think when I do something like that (when I start thinking again, that is) is that I'm getting senile.
Of course, I'm not getting senile at all. That's just a silly idea.
The literature and liturgy were bright. . . the moon is.
But sometimes my mind does wander and that's when I wonder. I wonder as my mind wanders and then I forget again, so it's OK. But I'm not going senile. That's just silly.