perfidy

Not that this is a new thing, really. But today, my brain is especially aimless and distractable mush. There are too many thinks competing for lebensraum in my noggin; the result is confusion, befuddlement and anomie. My mind feels like the mud over which a demolition derby has been run. Once my brain was a stainless steel, jagged tooth bear trap quivering with barely restrained force; now it is a half century old rusty mouse trap with a broken spring.