One More Problem Solved

I scurry through my house, trying to bring order. Dishes to wash, pills to count, laundry to wash, calls to make, emails, plan dinner, don’t forget a shower.

Arrgh! I still haven’t made banana bread! This fruit is literally rotting on my counter and I’m doing nothing about it. I can’t keep up!

Claxons peal through the corridors of my mind and a voice repeats, “Meltdown imminent. Evacuate now.”

No! I won’t go out of my own mind! I snatch up the bananas and dump them into the garbage.

Deep breath.

Silence.

Hah, take that! That’s one more problem solved.