Blinking as rebooting

You know what I do sometimes? Let’s say I’m driving and an unpalatable thought comes streaking through — something with a little bite, something with a little bile to it.

I blink.

I blink it away. After the blink I look for another thought stream I’d like to enter.

A favorite fallback is thinking up ways to make my son laugh. 

(My wife is eeeasy . . . to make laugh . . . all I have to do is go for the gutter and my classy woman snorts like a farm animal.)

Sometimes I may blink six, nine times until  . . . until I’m blinkered (!)  . . . until I’ve landed in a stream of thought worthy of attention.