Every once in a while, I figure I might as well give my brain a workout (since Brain Age says that my I have the brain of a seventy year old). That is how I found myself today at Mister Donuts, starring out into space and absentmindedly rubbing circles with my thumb on the book I was supposed to be reading.
Later, when I was getting a haircut, the hair dresser remarked, "You feeling okay? You are awfully quite."
I mumbled something about thinking about what I was going to make for dinner and he left me to it. But, I am still stuck in the htinking part of it. The pieces are there, but I am not sure how to put them together or even if I want to.
Confused? Yeah, me too.