While exercising my brain during a lull in the music of Flannel-Fest, I happened across an older, black and white photo of someone thumbing through an old-school card catalog.

Oddly, the photo hit home for me, but I couldn’t say exactly why.

I thought it was interesting and showed it to my wife. I thought it would invoke some memories for her as well.

She nodded knowingly and said, “sometimes, when I describe your brain injury to people, I’d say that it was a bit like somebody had dumped out a couple of the drawers from your card catalog… then hastily threw the jumbled cards back into the drawers.”

And, while I’ve tried to overcome the PTSD and anxiety and neurological and associated psychological limitations, her description hit me… hard.