Does anybody else’s brain follow the same path as mine?
I opened the curtains this morning to the sun shining from a blue sky onto green grass and colorful fallen leaves, so I mused, “huh. Beautiful.”
I pivoted to walk to the kitchen and within three steps, I find myself singing, “it’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood, a beautiful day in the neighborhood, won’t you be mine?”
I stopped and wondered where I’d heard that lately and then backed up my thought train to realize I was the one who cued it just by thinking, “beautiful.”
How many times a day, I wonder, is my thought train hijacked by my own self? And this is all pre-chemo. Now I hear Argus Filch sneering gleefully in Harry Potter, “ohhhh, we aaaaaaare in trouble now, aren’t we?”
