Relative Something

For no particular reason on a Monday morning, my attention sometimes bounces in many directions.

• Weekend spectator sports were entertaining but the Achilles injury to Minnesota Vikings Quarterback, Kirk Cousins, looms large on prospects for our future.
• I stayed up late on Saturday night and found myself laughing a couple of times at scenes on Saturday Night Live.
• Despite media outlets marketing it as a feature, no part of me wishes to receive “real-time updates” on news feeds covering wars.
• I could listen to some foreign accents forever while I find others deeply irritating, but I don’t know why.
• I will admit to an attraction to streaming series that have actors with superb accents.
• Last week, Cyndie and I went out to dinner to celebrate 49 years since we started dating. For dessert, we ordered her favorite salted caramel chocolate tart.
• Last night, after dinner of a deep-dish pizza from the freezer, Cyndie served her homemade version of the same salted caramel chocolate tart, along with a bite of dark chocolate pecan toffee she also made.

• The quality of both treats was so impressive, they matched anything I’ve tasted at high-end shops or restaurants.
• Last week we bought tickets to fly with friends to visit Iceland next year.
• None of my awake dreams come close to the realism I experience in my sleeping dreams. Why is that?
• Sometimes when I see someone near my age with features that trigger memories of a grade-school crush, I wonder what that person looks like now.
• Is it possible that dogma is the root of all evil?
• I love that animals can tell when we love them.
• Imagine if we bathed our brains with healthy healing thoughts that primed our cerebrospinal fluid to facilitate our synapse-firing pathways for goodness.
• What if we always offered others the slices of life we would want for ourselves?
• Even though I am no longer employed during a workweek, Mondays still retain a residual stigma for me.
• Yesterday, I contemplated what cover design would appeal to me if Relative Something were a book. (I find it hard to compete with an animated GIF that has the word “LOVE” blowing in the wind.)
• Did you know I don’t drink coffee?
• No matter what variety of distractions I think about, it doesn’t change that I will be driving Cyndie to a hospital for another surgery this week. For some reason, I keep finding myself thinking about that.

Happy Monday, everyone. Unless you are reading this in Australia today. Happy Tuesday to any readers down under

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