I Followed The Yellow Brick Road

I hate taking showers. It sounds odd, so let me clarify. I’m a very clean person, and my arthritic body certainly feels better after a nice hot shower. Physically, it’s a relief, but mentally? By the time I get to the fluffy towel, I’m utterly spent. It’s ironic, because my showers are often where I come up with some of my best ideas, and I’ve even solved some of my biggest cases. (Oh wait, that’s another story for another time – if you’re curious, jump on over to my other page, TheReSearchAngel.com). But does anyone else spend their shower time revisiting every disturbing thought they’ve had today, yesterday, or even ten years ago? Asking ‘Alexa’ to play some of my favorite tunes doesn’t make it any better, because every f***ing song is tied to a memory, a direct ticket back onto that anxiety-driven hamster wheel that just won’t stop. So, I switch to NPR News for a quick update. Blah blah blah, and then I hear China says it will not do anymore up until the end. END? End of what? OMG, here I go again.