Writing Distracted

How often have you been on the phone with someone and determined you could tell them their grandma was arrested on drug charges, and a monkey was stealing their car and the only response in return would consist of an absent minded, “uh huh.” Now contrast that with the following: Lazy Boy tilted at 25 degrees, feet resting, toes crinkling in stretching pleasure, and a lap top posed for cathartic release, but the only thing revealed after tappity, tap, tapping… a half hearted blab of words destined for deletion, or my blog. The culprit responsible for both? The televisor, that’s Spanish for the big dumb flashing thing that robs our brains of emotion. The cure? Well, I don’t have the remote, hence my condition is most likely terminal.