TGIF ADD

I'm beginning to think I have Friday-afternoon-specific ADD. Today, like last week, I constantly find myself staring at the screen, unable to remember what goes in the "reporter's text" field, and realizing I've spent the last 30-odd seconds thinking about the shadow of an airplane rippling over the treetops outside my window, or the time I got lost in a department store as a child and the orange candy I was given by store security while they looked for my parents.

This morning on the bus I was reading over someone's shoulder, and noticing that the open pages were citing examples from the long history of contemplating one's mortality as an incentive: top of the page, the end of a sentence about the skeleton at the feast; midpage, Marvel reminding his coy mistress of Time's winged chariot as a hint that they should hurry up and Get It On; there was something from Shakespeare's Sonnets on the other page but just then the bus stopped suddenly because of a pickup truck. It seemed the driver had had a heart attack. There was a call for someone who knew CPR, and a woman got off. Another, standing by the truck, had already called 911 on her cel phone. The busdriver assured us the man was being cared for and we drove on, passing the emergency vehicles on their way.