The world is too large and busy for me

When dementia strikes, little things like being re-routed on the way home and too many options for a weekend or a cancelled-much-planned-for-trip-to-Dallas send me to complete paralysis. So I sit, at my computer, contemplating the virtual belly-button lint and wait for the muse to give me a hint. No help, no nuturing from anybody, just over-whelmed and waiting. Oh muse, where are you? Of course a good glass of nurturing or full-bodied red wine wouldn't suck, but I won't be holding my breath.