The imagination teems
It was just one of those days where it was one engagement after another. Like a things-to-do snowball of gargantuan proportions. I imagined today that my engagements are little knee-high elves that queue up in the metaphysical corridors of my mind, in front of the desk behind which my beleaguered brain secretary sits, barring the way to my consciousness, lest all the little elves trample over her, bubble up into my mind and overwhelm me completely. I imagined that she was carrying a truncheon, and batting them left and right, like some kind of ersatz Moses parting the little elven sea. I imagined it was a rather Atlas-esque job. I imagined that I probably do not pay her enough. I imagine I am in a rather strange mood today.
It's funny that I automatically bestowed a female pronoun upon my brain secretary. Like there are no such things as male secretaries, pah.