I have a confession to make. I am a bit strange. I know, I know, I have a flair for the obvious. I had planned to drive to a big city and do some shopping but my body isn't up to it. That made sort of sad and then I had to find another way to look at it. I never want to be one of those old folks who do not know when to give up their keys. Today my hands are numb and I don't trust myself to drive. It's sort of an answer to prayer for me to be unable to drive because my hands are numb but my mind is not. I am still able to make good choices about the safety of others on the road with me behind the wheel. That is important to me. I don't want to be so mentally compromised that I put myself in the role of executioner by driving. Pity party postponed indefinitely, I hope.
I have to admit I have had the weirdest things pop into my head today. Like what? I am so glad you asked.
Ever notice that there is a correlation between the number of distractions you encounter and your under-estimation of the time necessary to finish a particular project?
If I tell a doctor that I am not comfortable in my body and think I am actually a cetacean trapped in a humanoid body is there a surgery for that? A group I can join? Or would they put me into therapy? Or tell me it's OK, God made me this way on porpoise? (couldn't resist that one, sorry)
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