At minimum, I have ADHD. Well, I’m technically on the waiting list for a diagnosis (what confused, hapless millennial isn’t), but I know I do. It’s been… ok. Accidentally manageable, even. Most of the time. But when you’re a few years shy of 40, a dad, and trying to scrape by in this big ol’ world of work, smartphones, social media, tax returns, bills, yellow grass becoming the norm etc. – well, it can all really do a number on any noggin, let alone one that’s essentially being driven by an overzealous monkey with very poor impulse control.
Lately, thanks to a myriad of factors including the summer heat and having to entertain a…
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