Melt Your Face Off

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Drove back to Fayetteville from Kansas City yesterday afternoon with entirely too much to contemplate; of the many ways to respond, which would be the best for all involved? My mind and my body were mush from an insane work week and no opportunity to recuperate with family in town over the weekend. So, I drove autonomously. No thoughts. No music. Made one phone call. Vented.

Yet, even though I was doing 75 mph I didn't feel like I was getting anywhere.

So, I changed my environment. In the 85 degree weather, I rolled up the windows and flipped on the heater to max heat and max fan. For a half an hour I melted my face off. Felt the sweat rolling down my legs and the small of my back expunging the toxic thoughts into the air for them to diffuse into nothing. And, I actually felt better. Mobile sauna.

Towards the end of the half hour I was checking the time on my phone every few minutes; it was becoming a bit much to take. Then came relief--passive cooling--the breeze on wet skin like eating a Klondike bar (ok, not quite).

When you've been doing and saying the same thing over and over for years with no change in result, then you have to change something. I turned up the heat.

Did I get anywhere? In mind, not really. In body, I got home to my bed and slept for 12 hours.

Let Your Fingers Do the Talking

For years, I've been calling the phenomenon where my brain works faster than my mouth Progressive Dyslexia. The time delay that occurs between what I'm thinking, what's next and getting what I'd already thought to come out properly causes problems for me once in awhile. I'll transpose words, fumble syllables or flat out forget what I was going to say because my mind has already moved on.

I've noticed recently, that the same works for when I'm typing. I'm not sure whether I type too slow or think too fast, but I'll frequently type "me" when I meant "my" or, for instance, when I was typing something earlier today I said wrote "six months" when I distinctly heard my mind say "six weeks." But, I never catch those things unless I go back and proofread.

Strange. I'm a crazy grammar snob, so making these errors irks me to no end!

At least I don't mix up their/there, your/you're and its/it's. Maybe that's another thing that we should add a test for... you aren't allowed to participate online unless you know when to use the proper form of the word.

It took my years to learn how to spell commitment (committment) properly, but that's a whole different story. *wink*

LOOK, I just did that damn my/me thing in the last sentence! GRRRRRR.