My brain, which is allegedly a smart one, doesn’t know what to think lately.
My brain woke me up in the middle of the night, summoned many frightened thoughts, and then overslept this morning.
My brain has learned many lessons throughout my long life and if feels pretty fuzzy right now.
My brain needs to assemble this blog post very quickly so I can start my work on time.
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My brain found this on YouTube.
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My brain is always grateful for YOU!
tell your brain it has better things to do and not waste its time on things it can’t change at the moment but to spend its time doing good with things it can change.
My brain appreciates your brain, beth.
I am glad that your brain slept in a bit after the rough night. Yay, brain!
I appreciate your brain too, Maureen!
My brain refuses to accept the probability that we are slipping, slipping, slipping into a future of full-out fascism, although the facts on the ground seem to point that way. I don’t know how my half of the population is going to stand up against the thugs and take them down non-violently, but somehow my brain seems to insist that we have a chance. I think my brain is writing a dystopian novel in which the good guys win in the end.
My brain is with your brain, Barbara.
I received a plaque from a student once and I follow it as best I can: “When you go to sleep leave your worries of the day to God. He’ll be up all night anyway.”
-Alan
Thanks for sharing that brainy and helpful quote, my friend.
Earlier this week I was in a meeting and someone said the thirteenth of this month was the fifth anniversary of the COVID lockdown. Someone else brought up the blood moon. I said “Wow, I picked the wrong weekend to go to Camp Crystal Lake.” Of course that’s where my brain went but I was relieved three people laughed.
Many brains appreciate your brain, Chris.
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