"I'm thinking about a number of things--that weren't important yesterday ..."
Myx was singing. I recognized the tune from the 60s.
"Is that what that statue is evoking, Myx? By the way, you got the words wrong it's: 'I'm taking the time for a number of things that weren't important yesterday.'"
"And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong--I'm right--where I belong--I'm right--where I belong."
"Your mind is wandering, Myx." Hey--I know how to play along!
"I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in--and stops my mind from wandering--where it will go."
"Was that just a variation of 'wondering' I always wondered," I said. "Guess it just how you use words to paint your meaning." Boy was I cooperating today!
"I'm painting a room in a colorful way--and when my mind is wandering--there I will go," Myx sang ... in a low and thoughtful voice.

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