Something’s getting in my way of posting these past couple of weeks. I keep trying to come to grips with my procrastination habit, and manage to get organized and catch up, but before long I’m disorganized and behind again. I read recently that both this kind of intermittent organization, and procrastination that gets in the way of daily living, are symptoms of adult ADHD. It wouldn’t surprise me. But then again, I’m always looking for some diagnosis to rationalize my circuitous brain habits. Am I “neuro spicy” as the sticker Amy sent me suggests, or neurodiverse in some other direction, or perhaps many? The more scientists learn about the human brain, the more people come under the umbrella of neurodiverse, and it is beginning to look like maybe there’s no such thing as normal.

Anyway, I am what I am, and I’m grateful that I’m beginning to truly accept and appreciate me no matter what kind of brain I have. I sometimes forget that some tick-borne disease robbed me of half my life, and fail to give myself credit for getting along as well as I do. It’s been a full couple of weeks and I’m grateful to be catching up with myself.

The cheese sandwiches the past few weeks have reached new heights of gustatory perfection. Here I spread mayo on both bread slices, then a little hot sauce on one, and maple cream on the other…

…followed by bacon on the maple side and a fried egg on the spicy side…

…and finished with thinly sliced extra sharp white cheddar and shredded romaine.

The result exceeded expectations. Stay tuned for more exceptional cheese sandwiches and other adventures, if I can keep the momentum going. Meanwhile, Wren has run out of steam.