Traitorous Brain

Have you ever felt as though your brain just up and left you, walked away and abandoned you to be a drooling, ignorant mass of thoughtlessness?

That’s how I feel today.

I woke up, first off, feeling as if every allergen in the known universe had crawled up my nose and made a camp. So I munched some cereal and hunkered down, stuffed and half-asleep, to play my Vita. I’ve been playing a game that requires a great deal of thought, and I was near the end where all the secrets are revealed and the big surprise-ending conclusion takes place. I wandered around the house, trying to comprehend the extraordinarily confusing game story line while also fielding questions, requests, and demands from the baby. I felt like my head was going to explode from a combination of physical ailment, mental confusion, and outside stimuli.

And then the game ended, I put down the Vita, and I looked at the clock.

12 noon.

12 noon on a Monday.

I’d forgotten to write a blog post. I’d forgotten that I was supposed to exercise today. I’d forgotten that I had planned to try and finish up my notebook transcriptions before the next Accountability Tuesday. And amongst other things I’d forgotten that I needed to run out and buy more milk for the baby, check the mail, pay some bills, and prepare the blog posts for the rest of the week. Also, I haven’t even LOOKED at the next week of The Artist’s Way yet.

Clearly my brain has gone on vacation. I’m currently in the process of trying to call her back, but she’s being a stubborn mass of mush, and even if I manage to convince her she might have a transatlantic flight to deal with first.

So until further notice, here’s a lazy kitty: