the clerks in the filing department of my brain

I like my Sunday New York Times served with a side of flowers. Or two. 

After a walk. With the coffee brewing. Coming back and forth throughout the morning. Giving proper time for one bit of reading to be stored away for retrieval before beginning a new topic. The clerks in the filing department of my brain are slow deliberate workers. If rushed, they put things where they don't belong or drop files on purpose. Both of which are best avoided. 

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[jacki long]

Oooh, so that's my problem?