Thoughtless

My brain is on "idle" today.  There hasn't been a useful synapse all day.  I've spent more time than is good for a person sitting and staring.  My gumption has simply up and gone.  I don't even have the motor coordination necessary to drool.

I suppose there are any number of reasons for this.  Near as I can tell, I haven't had a stroke or anything so I'm pretty sure that the causes are more external than internal.  I've narrowed the possibilities down to the following:

1.  The sun is out today.  My side of the world hasn't seen sun for any real length of time lately and we are afraid of it.  We don't know what to do in the face of the big, burning ball of fire in the sky.  I thought it might just be me, but the nice lady at The Convenience Store Where They Call You Honey And Sweetie And You Kind Of Like That said that she was feeling the same way.  Terror and fear will make you tired after a while.

2.  I am stuffed with lobster.  I'm not saying that's a bad thing.  I'm just wondering if being stuffed with lobster might make one kind of droopy.  I've had similar experiences after being stuffed with pizza, brownies and french fries...

3.  It could also be the full load of Benadryl I'm carrying at the moment.  After stuffing myself with lobster then noting what may or may not have been a slight swelling of my lower lip, an antihistamine seemed like a good idea.  

4.  This is the week that I am going to have to force myself to accept the inevitable and head into school.  As much as I don't like to admit that the summer has begun swirling down the drain, I really do need to get the classroom set up.  I just don't want to think about that too much since I have been transferred to The Bad Job At The Middle School and anticipate a rather "interesting" year involving trying to pick up the pieces of a program gone horribly wrong.  Anyone questioning my decision to focus on weights and strength training this summer should know that I have a pretty good reason for doing this.  Ms. Sheep may need improved upper body strength if she plans on making it to the Winter Holiday Break...

5.  My current WIP requires that I sit and crochet the same row over and over and over and over and over...and over.  

In laceweight no less...

It's not that I don't like it nor is it that I don't appreciate the chance to do something that requires less in the way of thought.  The last project involved knitting a sweater and breaking The Blog Sweater Curse.  That was quite intellectually taxing, not to mention what it did to my fragile state of mind.  I needed something less strenuous.  But it's not exactly the sort of project that exercises the muscles of the brain.

6.  ITunes.  There has been downloading activity over here and today, I enjoyed the fruits of my labors.  One can't be expected to crochet the same stupid row over and over and not have a little entertainment, right?  But when you sit for extended periods crocheting the same stupid row and watching downloaded TV, you are probably going get a little mushy in the brain after a while.  Even if one of those downloads is Dr. Horrible's Sing-a-Long Blog and is entertaining beyond all reason.

Yeah...it could be any of those things.  They are all known causes of brain drain.  I'd look up the statistics for you, but I'm too logy to bother.  You'll just have to take my word for it.  They are all contributing factors.

But, I'm thinking it might just be something more along the lines of denial.  There are just times when the brain needs to shut down lest it ponder how serious things have gotten.  There are some mysteries best left unsolved.  

The Absurdly Gi-normous Kitty's fascination with the laptop continues.  At first, I just figured he liked the warmth or that he was still trying to get at the fans in the cooling pad.  Heck, he might just like the screen saver.  There is also the distinct possibility that he enjoys the reaction of a certain human, but who can really be certain?  

Or, and this is where I find the brain needing to shut down a bit, he has a more serious mission in mind.  I could be overreacting.  I do that sometimes.  Still...I can't help but wonder.  There may be something rather serious afoot here.  After removing him from the computer yet again this morning, I made a rather disturbing discovery.

He's using the search engine.

I don't know what it means.  Perhaps it means nothing.  It could simply be that his absurdly gi-normous tushy hit those specific keys in a gi-normously random fashion.  It is probably pretty innocent if you don't think about it too much, right?

Or, he is searching for something.  See what I mean about not wanting to think about it too much?  It's better that way...

SA