Opus 2021-135: Ode to Old: Running on Automatic

I am finding that I can’t run on automatic any more.

I guess another way of saying it is I can’t multitask.  I never was good at it.  Now it is a disaster.

I need to focus or tragedy awaits.  If I am going to put down my coffee cup I need to pay attention or I end up setting it on the edge of a book where it tips over.  The other day I was starting to take my pills for the day and found myself going on automatic. What that meant was I would forget to take one and possibly miss both.  I need to focus.  When driving I now need to either control the car or use my mouth.  

Of course I do go on automatic.  It usually involves sitting and staring out the window, thinking about all the great thoughts of the universe, or, as the comedian said, “Nothing.”  It is also something that I can only get away with when firmly rooted in a non-moving chair.  It does not go well when I am washing dishes or driving.

At least I can’t trip if I am not moving.

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