I’m terribly talented at crowding my mind with much too much. Unfortunately, it’s not usually the prettiest thoughts that take precedence. Masochism. Yet I sat in 6 hours of roundtrip silence over the weekend and I didn’t think about it once. This ubiquitous it. 5 minutes back at my desk and the weekend’s cerebral silence is broken. Tragic. It’s a good thing this headache is taking precedence over the bull, cause I’m far too tired to even entertain myself and my hypothetical scenarios. Welcome back from the countryside, Tanya. Merry Monday, all.
