I opened this to add something unique and interesting, perhaps profound, but whatever that thought was has been relegated to one of the less accessible wrinkles in my brain at the moment. It will return unexpectedly in a few days, causing me to jump, and make a distinct left turn in the conversation I’m having, allowing the person to whom I’m talking to rightfully determine that I’m just a little off center.

My lovely wife, Diane, is used to this and calls them ‘chicken moments.’ You know, like the saying on one of the T-shirts I don’t have (yet):

“My mom thinks I have ADHD, but I don’t know what she’s talking about because I’m perfectly nor … Oh look, there’s a chicken!”

… or a cow, squirrel, something shiny …

I’m not alone here, am I?

I bet some of you do the same thing.

C’mon, admit it …