Ah, WordPress. Every so often you feel the need to change things, to switch them around a bit, move words slightly left or slightly right, make lilliputian adjustments. One might not notice if one had not spent some time in this place. I wonder about this need to adjust and mark.
I have been working so much on the book that I keep wanting to hit the save button on this like I do on my word processing program, but the code doesn’t work here. It’s a useful habit, this saving of documents every few minutes, but it’s weird when the fingers do it without the brain making a conscious choice.
For many days I have been the proverbial chicken with a missing head. I often feel as if the body is carrying on without me, a pinball chicken body, bouncing and careening from moment to moment. This exhausts me. I made the mistake of checking work email a moment ago. Oh, how I wish I had not done that. It pulls my head from my body and throws it into my office, and right now, I want my head at home, with the body.
While I feel like my head is operating without my body, I think I’m giving the impression of managing it all, like a circus performer balancing plates on sticks, one here, another there, one high, another low. From the outside, I appear to have all the marbles in a jar, but really, this is an illusion, a sleight of hand. Move closer and one will see that the marbles aren’t together at all. It is just a picture of the marbles in a jar, the light adjusted somewhat to give the appearance of reality. Look behind the picture and you will see a chicken running without its head and the head is nowhere to be found.