I just can’t help it.
Think, think, think. Think.
What do you do with your quiet moments? What do you do when you are cleaning up the house, or driving, or waiting for something to happen, or stumped?
I think about stuff. It might be why a particular word is used for that particular thing. Or why leaks occur in waves? Or why that tree loses its leaves faster than that other tree? Or why the French fries don’t seem to be the same in takeout after being driven home?
Why are female hawks bigger than the males? Well, I guess we really do know the why to that one.
Why is it that 3am is the dreaded hour of—if you wake up now you are doomed to spend the next hour and a half trying really hard to go back to sleep. And all your thoughts will be circular and unresolved, unless, of course, you solve all the problems with such incredible clarity and simplicity that you are amazed—at which point you fall gratefully asleep, only to wake up late having forgotten the solution, not to mention the problem.
Does anyone else do this? Or is it just me?
I must think about that…when I knit some more stuff…where are those socks?