For some reason I can not seem to gather together enough thoughts to craft a coherent post. I realize that has never stopped me before, but I have had intentions to smartin’ up what I post around here… oh, well.
This case of mind mud all began early this morning as I awoke. I slid my feet over the side of the bed and sat up. Staring at those very same feet, I questioned my grasp on what day of the week it actual was. Certainly it was not yet Saturday for several reasons; not the least of which was the confounded alarm having brought about my mental state at that moment.
Perhaps if I just lay back down, I thought to myself. Oh, that idea resonated quite harmoniously with my entire being. No. No. No. I’ve fallen for that one before and I refuse having to rush through my morning routine to avoid being late for work — unless this was not a work day after all. A decision had to be made. OK, if it turned out to be Saturday? Well, then I would be blessed with an early start to it and the prospects of an afternoon nap. If not? There is always tomorrow… er, or the day after.
So, as I sit here, maybe instead of attempting to construct a subtly nuanced post full of intelligent insights today, I’ll jot down some odd thoughts I’ve been considering for one of those aforementioned smarter posts. What I have in mind is a post about socks… socks and dryers… and a loosely scientific experiment. Yes, that is what I shall do.