Pole Position

It’s like pole day at Indy out there.

Drivers are trying to cut corners to shave milliseconds off their errands, their mind on their lists as they try to save time while doing the things needed for them to enjoy the holidays.

 

Skipped

Has your mind ever skipped a day, so that you think it’s the next day, and you’re trying to do your activities based on the wrong day?

Yeah, that blows, doesn’t it? I never feel properly synchronized when that happens.

Misread

Don’t you hate it when you misread something? I misread a blurb tonight as, “Plant emails isotope.” Really baffled. Was it Robert Plant? Why was Plant emailing an isotope? Hell, how would someone email an isotope? Totally baffling until my mind made the correction: “Plant emits isotope.”

Makes more sense, but it’s a bit more worrisome, unless Plant was emailing the isotope to me. That’d be an interesting conversation. “Got an email from Robert Plant.” “The guy from Led Zeppelin?” “I guess. He sent me an isotope.” “Wait, what?”

Three Minds

He was of three minds about what to do, one each from the past, present, and future. All asserted their opinions and wouldn’t back down, paralyzing him with indecision, and so, he did nothing.

Flavor

He drank coffee from her cup. “Hmmm, coffee water,” he said.

“I tasted your coffee, yesterday,” she said. “It was so strong, I gagged. Who can drink such strong coffee?”

“A coffee lover,” he said.

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