My Ducks Were Not in a Row

How inattentive and forgetful I've become! Last Tuesday was the tenth anniversary of this journal, and I forgot it. I'd been watching the date, too, but it slipped by nonetheless, and all I wrote about was the rain and the fact that my metaphorical ducks were not in a row. Ten years of entries rated not a mention, presumably because they rated not a thought that day.

It's not that I was living too much in the moment, either, as I can barely focus on the now these days. I was off somewhere I now don't even recall, and only dragged my consciousness into Tuesday long enough to note that it was overcast and wet. I wonder if I'm keeping a journal in some alternate reality where I go when I'm not paying attention to this one? I'd like to know what goes on there, where my mind now spends so much of its time.


( Sunday Verse )