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Scattered
I walk into my office to write in my notebook, but my mandolin is on my chair. Without thinking, I strap it on instead of moving it aside. This sort of wandering mind has dogged me since our road trip to California last week. Starting one thing, turning to another, forgetting what I meant to do. After several days on the road, my mind remains scrambled and scattered.
October 12
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