I have no clue what I’m supposed to be thinking about.

I really have to take something for my attention deficit.  Keith really looks on a mission, with something really on his mind when he comes in.  I can really tell that he is in to what he is saying, by his directing the mass choir hand movements flaring out of my peripheral, that he is authentically talking about something REALLY serious.  I continue to type frantically on all the Disbursement Summaries, letters to clients and attorneys and “In My Absence” instructions I am leaving for Salina.  My weekend begins tomorrow and I need no hiccups.  As busy as I look, Keith has literally sunk so comfortably in the chair in my office that he has his head is leaned back and resting at the top of the chair.  Unfortunately still, I continue to type away.  Most of these letters have become so second nature that I sometimes catch myself daydreaming and yet able to complete each task. Unfortunately, these are one of those times–occasionally adding an “uh huh” in there at each perfectly calculated moment for Keith’s satisfaction–never looking away from my monitor or lifting my hands.

Keith has the most beautiful teeth.  His smile is awesome.  I wonder what he brushes his teeth with.  What is this obsession I have with teeth?  I seriously need to seek help about this.  “UH-HUH,” I nod at my monitor in agreement and understanding to Keith’s babbling–I mean good conversation.  I wonder does he realize how much he actually moves his hands when he speaks.  Do ALL men move their hands like that?  I don’t think it’s normal for all men to do that.  Wait!  My dad has big hands and he moves his hands when he is reiterating a point.  Be sure to READ before you file to check where, in the file, it goes…(clickity, clickity, clickity, my keyboard sounds as I type away.)  But, then again, my dad has huge baseball glove-sized hands, and when he moves, all five fingers are spread and you subconsciously flinch occasionally because you aren’t quite sure if he is going to land one of those against you.  I shouldn’t say that.  My dad is such a teddy bear.  If you can get past the gruff exterior, you just wanna take him and squeeze him–So Lovable, My daddy….I wonder if I could….

“So I can count on you to back me up with this, right?” Keith says, interrupting my thought process.  I want to say yes, but I really have no idea what he was saying.  So, I say the only sure-fit, never miss response.

“You obviously feel very passionate about this.  Why not just go for yourself?  You don’t need MY blessing.  Y’all are going to stop using me.”  I stop there because I don’t want to say anything that will give any indication that I have no clue what the topic is, of this conversation.

Keith pauses and lets out a sigh.  “Why is it such a big deal for you to back me.  If you say it, Shondra will at least consider it.  Otherwise…”

“Let me think about it.” I say–shaking my head, but still never looking up from my monitor.  Keith stands up with a sigh of relief and walks out.

Poor little, big fella.  I have NO clue what it is that I am supposed to be thinking about.