I'd say the best summary is the T-shirt: "My brain has way too many tabs open. Four of them are frozen, and I have no idea where the music is coming from."
Also, the act of writing about it changes the thoughts, but here goes...
There is
always an earworm. Today, I woke up with two, getting along remarkably well: the Peter Gunn theme by Henry Mancini, and Ravel's Bolero. If I were a little more talented with such things, I might try a mashup of the two in the same key. There are a couple guys doing videos of two songs at once, whom I can't find, of course, and I don't remember their names. I played a melody instrument, so I'm conscious that many popular songs use the same chord sequences (
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5pidokakU4I), but I'm not quite up to spotting them*, and I don't know if my current two would mesh like that, or only in certain parts, or just make a mess. Unless they make a great mash-up like that, I'm not really interested in listening to two musics at once. They clash. I don't love when stores play music, not least because I bring my own, and it displaces and sometimes replaces that.
*I was surprised to discover I have long-term pitch memory—I realized I was sounding out a song in the wrong key when it didn't feel right until I did it over in the key of the recording I'd heard, even though I hadn't heard the recording lately. I don't have absolute ("perfect") pitch, and it always astounds me when someone who has absolute pitch pronounces that some sound happens to be the note G or that the entire piano has gone nearly a half-tone flat.
And if that's how much I have to say about the songs currently in my head, it's safe to say I'm not getting as much of everything else done today as I'd like. My brain (and I suspect also my space) are apparently the opposite of
@Sibley 's. For me, this is normal, and just who I am.
Typos, litter, and things out of place are often thought-interrupts, but my house is cluttered and seldom tidy. Do NOT move my piles, or I will never find anything, ever again. DH, fortunately, knows this, but it means that tidying needs to be almost entirely my job, and he's a little afraid of it.
The to-do list might get done if I hand over some of it to DH. The only time-sensitive part is to decide what foods we're bringing to family gathering tomorrow (basically done), and make sure to procure ingredients before stores close (unless we can't find something, in case we'll need a new plan). There's a bunch of other stuff I'll poke at if and when I'm inclined.
I have a new phone for the first time in four years, and the transition is going to be a PITA, so I've been putting that off. Need to get to it while there's still a warranty, though, and before the old one sputters out, as it seems to be starting to do.
I have all the tools out to install the two screws to mount a hook. I have the hook. And the screws. It's probably not getting done today, either, because it's going to involve remembering to bring objects upstairs from downstairs. Also, it requires sitting on the floor, and sitting on the floor bugs me more these days than I care to admit. Still, it's closer than it's been in a long time.
There are comments I've been meaning to compile for the benefit of someone who's going to both roll their eyes and be gratified that somebody actually read their whole report on a niche subject. I might eventually get them together. Time off is both good and bad for such things. I seem to get the most done when I'm procrastinating about something else. There is hyper-focus and anti-focus, and I can sometimes steer a little, but I don't get to choose.
I slept badly last night, probably because I almost got enough sleep yesterday, for once. It makes everything that much more scattered. This is all way too normal for me, and I'm both accustomed to it and still frustrated. I have some coping strategies and ability to push through when it matters. The rest, I just have to forgive myself for and kind of let it be.
When I put it that way, it's kind of a wonder anything gets done at all.
