Today was interesting. It gave me a little insight into how my brain works. I suppose I could describe myself as a bee flitting from flower to flower collecting a little nectar here and a little there, never staying at one thing for long. But maybe a more apt description is that my brain is like a Rube Goldberg contraption. There's a goal at the end, but the journey from beginning to completion takes some strange turnings.
That's what happened to me today. My goal was cleaning the upstairs. I started out with my long lambswool duster to go around the ceilings getting cobwebs. That's usually pretty straightforward. I start at one spot and follow the ceiling around the entire floor. It might take me five minutes all together.
