I was thinking about thinking the other day. I didn’t come up with anything profound, but it’s the thought that counts, right?
Mary Ellen often says to me after a slip-up on my part, “What were you thinking?”
Admittedly, I probably wasn’t thinking at all, so I resent the sarcasm. My wife will also direct me, especially if am looking for a lost wallet or car keys, to “think hard.” OK. I will try, but at my age I don’t want to hurt myself.
I must overthink things because when I wrote my book “Mornings with Barney,” Heidi, my proofreader, did a word search through my final manuscript and found the phrase “I think” about 60 times in 220 pages. “I think Barney knew he was on television” … “I think I had the most fun job in TV” …. What was I thinking?