This is the state of my morning mind. Firing pins and pistons, elbow joints and knee caps are scrambled and disjointed — tangled up in bed.
The grey matter doesn’t wrap around any concept until the finger bones wrap around this:
800 ml of filtered water later, pistons and whatnotpins have found each other, firing in every chamber.
Elbows and knees are once again aligned. I can leave the house now that my game is on.
(Apologetic Disclaimer: I visited my son at work last night. He caught me taking photos with my phone. I think he might have groaned: what can you write that would make these photos interesting? I said: I dunno, but let me think about it for awhile. He said: I’ll give you til High Noon.)
(Non-Apologetic Non-Disclaimer: The photo of my water bottle sitting on my desk was taken just moments before High Noon. I’m liking the looks of it.)