The Hazards of a Wandering Mind

Why did we have to dissect frogs? How was that a thing passed down through the generations. Please don’t tell me that they still do that. I had to do it. But not until my first year of high school. The class was mandatory, as was the assignment. Sure, I protested, as did my classmate. Wait a minute! Come to think of it, we refused to do it. I never did dissect a frog. Good for us.

I am fascinated by anatomy and biology, and I believe the frog dissection lesson came to mind as I was once again marveling over the intricacies of the human body, how things work, or don’t work. If I had been at all a serious student in my teens, I may have gotten more into science. But you need a good teacher, one who can make it sound as fascinating as it is. The elements were too confusing for me, but I like the planets. Geology and ecology are cool too. I am a good student of character, though I am continuously surprised by people’s behaviors. Still.

What am I writing about? I’m just babbling again. It’s an avoidance thing. It’s like doing the dishes when you should be getting that paper done that’s due tomorrow.

The authors of an article cited in Psychology Today, “A Wandering Mind is an Unhappy Mind,” stated “The ability to think about what is not happening is a cognitive achievement that comes at an emotional cost.” So now even my ability to zone is unhealthy, and going on tangents is taking the wrong path. Gee willikers.

The good thing about Sundays is that I always exercise on Sundays and write the blog post. I probably do one because I do the other. But I hadn’t exercised since last Sunday, and that’s not good. The cost is both physical and emotional. So, I’ve nothing to report this evening about music, or my weight, which I think is just stable, but not to worry. I’ll be fine. I did have a swell workout tonight, and am getting more than just the blog done.