My brain feels clouded. I think it’s the cold. I’d blame the cough syrup, but I haven’t taken it yet.

I’m thinking about vintage typewriters and organizing papers. I’ve started and abandoned my to-do lists at work the last two days. My tree is still up and I feel guilty it isn’t cleaned up, but I joke about “good” Catholics not taking it down until the epiphany, so I’m safe.

I’m trying to figure out a plan for a February vacation, and look at shelters for dogs and hire a new assistant at work.

I’m feeling a little overwhelmed. My brain is like a pinball machine, the ball banging from one point to another.