Today I planned to finish grading things and made a list of other tasks that now escape my memory, but in the slings and narrows of my busy mind, the how of these accomplishments made war with chores that cried out from the kitchen sink and mocked me in the form of toys and books in floors and empty battery compartments locked away until I find the right screwdriver. Melissa asked me what was wrong, and not long after she inquired, I spouted five or eleven things I'm hoping she forgot. I'm learning to communicate my brain. I'm finding saying words makes things more plain.
