Oh, how the wild geese flew last night!
Whenever my meds have run out a little early in the night, my mind starts chasing trivia. The kind of trivia no sane person would ever know or ever care about knowing.
When my brain can’t find that kernel of fact, my OCD bullies its way to the front and takes the mad, mad lead.
There is no rest when a wild goose is loose in my head. Every half-thought is devoted to chasing that darn bird down.
I have never enjoyed the company of birds. Perhaps this is why?