Dust Up

It's one of those days when my mind won't settle on a single topic. I can't even finish my brain's conversation about whether I should vacuum before or after I dust.
This is very unusual for me. It is much more likely that an idea gets stuck in my head and goes around and around until I end up lecturing myself on the topic.
It is a common misconception that talking to oneself indicates crazy. We all have an internal dialog going on in our heads all day long. It is my belief that when two separate dialogs get going, one of them needs to be said out loud. Sort of a marker, like when you are planning what to buy for dinner on the way to the store and you have to tell yourself, 'turn left at the next corner. No, the other left.'
Sometimes my brain conversations take on a poetry of their own. Other times my frontal lobe refuses to settle on one idea long enough to finish a sentence.
Not that vacuuming and dusting are thoughts that need to be completed, but writing things down does help me focus. For instance just now, I realized that I don't need to dust at all.
Nancy Sherer