Bushwhacking

This post has nothing to do with our president, but everything to do with how my head feels after a few days of intense Hebrew instruction. It's as if this language is bushwhacking in my brain, slowly clearing the neural pathway through which it will eventually travel. This trail was created when I was a child, but I failed to maintain it and it's now overgrown with other foreign words and criss-crossed by the paths (some syntactically parallel, others not) cleared by the languages I've studied over the years. The bushwhacking process demands many mental resources, often leaving me with brain freeze or at a loss for words in English. I write this as an observation, not a complaint. I wouldn't have it any other way!