Dear brain,
Dear brain,
How are you? I apologize for contacting you in this form, but I feel like we really aren't connected the way we used to be. And besides, unless I write this down, I don't think you'll remember it.
Which brings me to my point. What the heck's going on up there? Yes, you and I are very busy right now, but we've always been so great at multitasking together. Now, it seems like you can't concentrate on one task, much less help me get through two or three simultaneously.
And your ability to store information for me to retrieve later? I've gotta say, the service in this area has been quite poor. I'm screwing up words, I'm forgetting appointments, I've misplaced my cell phone three times in the last 10 days.
And how about that cat litter I was supposed to pick up? Damon asked us to do that yesterday, and when he mentioned it today, your reaction was "Oh, yeah, right. Cat litter. Those words sound familiar. Do we need some or something?"
I understand that it's very easy to laze around there in my head, dreaming up images of how baby Noah will look, how his tiny feet will feel when I get to kiss them, how I'll get his room ready in time and which decorations will go on which wall.
But c'mon. Can't we do that while I'm sleeping -- which, as we both know, happens far too infrequently and for periods of time that are much too short for either you or my body. (By the way, I apologize for having to wake you up so I can go to the bathroom three times a night and so I can roll over in bed five or six or 12 times, grunting and groaning all the way).
So let's make up. I miss you, and I miss the close partnership we used to have. What do you say?
Sincerely,
Amy
