So here's how my mind works:
I spill some parmesan cheese on the counter.
I use my finger to sweep it into a little pile.
I lick my finger and stick it in the cheese and eat it.
I remind myself of my dad when I do this.
I then also remember drinking some Paxaran with my dad once, and we were eating cheese, after I got back from Spain. Paxaran is a liquor from the Basque country, where I studied, and is made from a berry that grows there.
I think about how I'd like some more Paxaran.
I think about Spain.
I think about Motormouth.
I realize I don't think I've seen her around HM much.
I open up the laptop and type this out.

Motormouth? How are you doing?