Thoughtful Thursday

"She [Nell] was surprised to find that, despite her outward appearance - briskness, tidiness, smiling capability - Oona's mind was like a sock drawer into which a number of disparate things had been shoved. There was a lot of jumble." Monopoly, by Margaret Atwood

My sock drawer? Filled to the brim with disparate things.

Things shoved.

Things jumbled.

I am seeking medical attention.