What I learned from the trash truck

For twelve years, every Monday night I’ve taken the trash can out to the curb for early Tuesday pickup. You’d think by now taking the trash out on Monday night would be imbedded in my DNA. Nope, last Monday night I didn’t take out the trash or pick up the mail. No reason for it, I just didn’t think of it.

My brain was on overload. I’m one of those people who want to write my book in a single sitting. Do my taxes (I do them by paper and pencil, the old-fashioned way) in a single day. Create th...