I want to write. I sit down to write and in comes the love of my life with his football blaring and instantly, my brain becomes mush.
I might as well quit while I’m ahead. I can’t hear myself think with all that he has going on: football on the radio; the “Gold Rush” tv show playing on YouTube.
I don’t know how he does it. I cannot even listen to all of the girls at once. Sign of a non-multitasker? Possibly. Sign of a brain running on overload? Absolutely.