As of today ...no, this today. Ah, that was yesterday.

My thoughts are running, running, running. I try to slow them down, so I can sort through them, or count them, or organize them, or identify them, or... whatever; but, they go faster, faster, quicker, like a merry-go-round that ceased being merry twenty spins ago.

So many ideas. So much I want to do. So much I want to be.

How? When?

Now?

I have no clue.

I blunder ahead.