Three days ago I was sitting, watching TV when I had a great idea to write about. Normally when that happens I pick up a tablet or a scrap of paper and start jotting down a title and a few lines on paper. Those tend to be rewarding to post.
I thought I should put a few lines on paper. I didn’t and for the last three days I’ve tried to remember what came to mind. It has occupied my thinking day and night. It’s been frustrating in a way that is making me crazier than normal.
This is so strange. I never let things go around my apartment. I clean up after every meal so there’s no dirty dishes in the sink. I vacuum regularly and keep everything in ship shape. I even dust every flat surface on a regular basis.
So why didn’t I write a note when that great idea was just waiting for me to put it to paper. I’m afraid it’s gone forever. I won’t make that mistake again.
