A day without work. At home trying to get organized. A problem. Always. Can’t reign in my thoughts to stabilize the content in my head. The executive function in my brain takes too many coffee breaks, gets in late and leaves early. The proverbial cluttered mind with a desk by the window. I look outside and see trees but can’t see the forest through them.

Where will the trajectory path of my day go? Probably no where fast until I look outside and see darkness without the trees. If I squint and look up, I’ll see stars. But they will not be mine. Though one year I did receive a star for Christmas. An ex-employer’s idea of a really nifty gift. It ended up in the garbage before I knew about about shredders.

Today, I hope to deposit a check (checks and balances, you know) and get some food. Food is minimal like my thoughts. Tomorrow, I hope to get up and remember that it is Saturday and not a day that I should be working when I’m not, like today.