Ping-pong brain.
Had it last night.
Thoughts zinging back and forth…
Back and forth…
Back and forth…
And off the table…
Across the rug…
Hook-sliding into a mousehole and burying the whole thought-ball in a stash of hot Gouda.
Yes, Gouda.
Don’t ask me. Talk to the mouse.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
