Last night after trekking to the grocery store for bananas (I prefer the spotted ones with red tape around them), I did my evening prayer and meditation. I'd hoped with some quiet time my thoughts would become clear and structured. They didn't. I sat with my composition book in my lap. I did get the title down, but no clear words.
I guess sometimes we deal with jumbled thoughts. My brain sometimes doesn't shut down. It didn't last night. Jumbled, roving, tipping this way and that, I was wishing for a shut off switch. I guess it lends itself to some interesting dreams. To add to my jumbled entry, here's a monkey on a bus. Comments?