Tricky brain

    My brain is still tricky. I needed to get cash and I needed to get gas. The latter was more pressing, since without cash, the car still goes, but without gas, I'm walking some distance in the cold, putting down a deposit on a gas container, filling it and walking back. Anyway, I guess my brain decided to rearrange reality a bit, because after I hit the ATM, I was all relieved about not being out of gas anymore, which of course I still was. There was some significant chance that I might have driven all the way home without bothering to stop at the gas station. I didn't, but it was pretty odd. I guess I have misplaced faith in my own sense of priority: "I did a thing, so it must have been the most pressing thing." Or some damn thing.