Take mommy, for example. She's just turned in a writing project and has recently finished reading that book series she's been working on since March. A Song of Ice and Fire is the name of it, and it's the 5 books in the series that the TV show Game of Thrones is based on. So now she talks my ears off: should I write short stories and articles? (Yes.) Should I start researching the sci-fi trilogy I want to start in 2015? (Yes.) Should I read sci-fi or a mystery? (Whatever.). Then it branches off to other areas: should I carry my yellow purse the next couple of weeks? (sure, yellow is my favorite color.) Should I polish my nails? (doesn't matter, between typing and Zack chipping at it, it won't last anyway.) Should I make ham or fish for supper tomorrow night? (doesn't matter, as long as my supper taste better than either of those.) Should I wear my black pants tomorrow? (how about your brown pants since you're obviously full of something, and I don't just mean hot air?) Notice that none of these questions are should I stop asking so many questions? And the answer to that is yes.
My point: mommy overthinks stuff. Just now at supper, I had to listen to her tell daddy how the influx of taco stands in a nearby suburb were contributing to the decline of society. Taco stands. Hmm. How about go back to work and get back to working on Obsidian - surely, it's time for more revisions on that novel. Or get daddy to start watching another TV series on Netflix, since you just finished the second season of Orange is the New Black. I hear House of Cards is good. Why don't you chatter with your Twitter buddies about that and give my earholes a rest? I do love my mommy. We're besties, two peas in a pod, and all that jazz, but sometimes she can make the brain tired.
Humans - what can you do? Love them, faults and all!
That's all today. Take care, and have a great week!