Stream of Consciousness

I've been folding laundry, and while folding I've been thinking about things I've promised to post. And I've been thinking about how I choose to use my free time. And I've been thinking about speech impediments and social awkwardness. And personal currents, like my birthday today, and the flowers my sister sent me, and the useful projects I saw on *Carter Can* on Hulu this afternoon, and the five shots Isaac received at the doctor's this morning, and how if I actually did all the things there are to do around the house, I would have no opportunity for boredom. How I need such a high degree of order in my life in order to relax, and how difficult that level of order is to achieve while Isaac requires so much holding, and yet this time is so precious and fleeting, I need to enjoy it while I can. How difficult weekend cooking is to implement when I prefer not to take Michael's focus off of Parker when he's home. Wonder if I can fit into my own jeans. Thinking about how great the lunch was that I had today with my mom. Looking forward to the magazine I just got in the mail, and wondering when I'll find the time to work on my Kakuro puzzles again. I've been thinking about what depression does to a person, and I've been thinking about spritual manipulation.

Too many thoughts, perhaps. Where to begin.