THE RABBIT HOLE
I intend to accomplish one small thing, check the weather, for example, but I am waylaid by a text notification from my sister. The text reminds me to check my email inbox, which leads me to responding to and deleting emails, one of which triggers something in my brain (inspiration? curiosity?) and gets me to begin researching something important, and this ultimately, mysteriously, somehow moves me to continue an ongoing project I have: shopping for clogs on sale. I don't know how much times goes by - five minutes? twenty-five minutes? I am never sure about time and where it goes - but when I look at the clock on the screen, I do see that I am late for an appointment.
I leave the house in a rush wearing a sundress and it’s 45 degrees outside.