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January 2

January 2, 2012 at 9:43 am

At seven minutes past eight o’clock on the first Monday morning of 2012 it’s taken me forty-five minutes to get to the thing I pledged to do “as soon as I wake up every day,” write.  This prelude of procrastination even before feeding and watering the resident feline and fowl. I’m counting on my freshly rested newly dreamed brain cells to pour their unadulterated musings onto paper before they absorb any influence of the day.

I am a prisoner of technology.  Inside of that sleek silver computer-in-a-screen wonder, my iMac, I have surrendered. And, to an inanimate representation of my own deficits of attention. Simply spoken, I am f**ked.

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Rather than opening a Word document in the fashion of turning to a clean page of yellow-lined paper in a memo pad, I sniff around first to see what’s crept into my computer since the prior evening. (Mind you, it wouldn’t be more than 8 hours since last checking.)

Must check email, then work email, then Facebook. Then the analytics for my blog, then how many times someone viewed that video, or what one of three horoscopes I get has to say about the day. Not to mention the love horoscope. That comes in separately. Oh, and how long must I prepare the avocado gazpacho ahead of time before I serve it? Three websites are required for that answer at least.

Now, what was it I had to say this morning? Didn’t I wake up with a germ of an idea – something to do with peace in the world? Or was it a tribute to the last day of my vacation time before boxing myself back up into a tidy, well-behaved, 9-5 worker bee?

I’m seeing a lot of question marks in this post. Not a whole lot of content. In fact, what the h*ll is it I’m talking about anyway?

Welcome to my brain. I didn’t even measure the chaos to be as serious as it looks here “on paper.”  Perhaps returning to the structure will have an organizing effect on me. Thwarting creativity, I hope not. Meanwhile, I have twenty-four hours left to revel in the mess. Up down and all around, loop –d-looping through this beautiful Florida day.

Excuse me, I have to open that email from my sister.

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