Most people are lucky. Their heads are like a country road – one lane at a time. Oh, sometimes they are slowed a bit by an Amish wagon or the cows crossing to the barn at milking time, but generally they can move along at a comfortable pace.
Some people's heads are more like Main Street. Ideas coming and going; detours to pick up the dry cleaning; hurrying to pick up the kids – at the orthodontist, from piano lessons and then on to soccer practice.
I take Prograf. My head is more like the Cross Bronx Espressway. Some of us laughed yesterday about our lists. My head is constantly making lists to try to bring order: need from the store, errands for this morning, stuff to mail out, calls to make, what to get for Christmas, places to go, things to do, how to achieve world peace. Don't forget Sam's birthday. It's Tuesday – lab day and FREE coffee!
Stuff I need from the drugstore, stuff I want to get from iTunes, projects in process, stuff from Michaels, clean the garage, stuff to throw away, stuff to keep, stuff to fix.
This is why I need a nap. But my head still works overtime. This time, the Cross-Bronx is crowded with Zombies.
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