My mind is more akin to thoughts being drowned out by noise, like the tubes of old when the antennae wasn't quite right. After fighting and failing to gain some clear picture, tired of wandering to and fro between different channels, I thought it best to shutoff for a bit.
Early afternoon is setting in. I welcome the quasi-darkness of my room with the shades drawn, hoping for a few minutes to refresh before I am needed elsewhere for a good purpose. Yet my ear pick up baby cries. They hear Carol of the Bells -- yes the Trans-Siberia Orchestra one -- starting to crescendo. Kids running, bickering, living. My wife's voice rises and mixes into it all, though I can make out what she is saying.
Normally, to put it in plain terms: I'd be pissed. Not today. Today, there was a lot of life out there. And I accepted the invitation. I hope more invitations come.