I lack a boomerang.
My mind will toss out an idea –a wild, far-fetching notion—and will follow it wherever it leads. Into the weeds, down the rabbit hole, off a cliff, diving headfirst into quicksand, wherever the fuzzy-edged thought bounces.
No boomerang. No return trip. Collapsing wherever the chase ends.
Yesterday was lost to just such a wandering thought.
Today must be better.