Dumping out the Trash

"It's 10 o'clock, do you know where your children are?" was a phrase coined in the late sixties to remind parents to keep their kids off the street. I started asking my brain a similar question.

"It's 5 o'clock, do you know where your thoughts are?"

That's the magic hour for me. The time when whatever has happened behind the scenes in my head culminates into one pressing idea, "I need a glass of wine."

This thought shows its face in the obnoxious way a toddler demands attention. It just gets louder until I notice it. It's good at getting what it wants. So good that for awhile I didn't even wait for the nagging thought to speak up.

"Five o'clock?" It must be wine time.