Let it happen.
Sometimes it functions well enough, like a well-oiled engine: smooth and steady, reliable and unceasing.
And then there are those embarrassing times when your face turns beetroot red, your words start coming out as one glorious jumble of a mess, and you valiantly rack through your brains to find a common and obvious link that could hopefully bring them all back together with as much coherence as you could muster.
As it turns out, I had gleefully saved the words “flying dog” into my phone just yesterday, possibly with hopes to turn it into another mindbending writing topic; but today, I am struggling to remember what it meant exactly. Was I referring to a canine I saw being unmercifully launched into space, unwittingly gracing the clear blue skies in full flight; or could it be merely a grave and unintentional spelling error on my part?
It took me more than a few minutes to finally figure out what that “flying dog” was supposed to be.