Squirrel chase

I'm taking a break. Well, it's not a sanctioned break so much as my feet got cold, so I went upstairs to get my slippers. But before that, I posted a thought online, which caused me to wonder if my style guide was in a box or on the book shelf upstairs. Why not check the basement, I thought, and so off I went. As the laundry machines are set up there, I strayed from my course to shuffle some loads around, thinking about my sister while I did so. Which thought propelled me all the way upstairs to make sure the door was unlocked for when she comes home. On the way I spotted the main phone, which reminded me that one of the extensions went missing a few days ago, so why not look for it while the house was quiet? But when I pressed the button to signal each extension, I couldn't tell if what I was hearing was the one I knew was downstairs, or the one that might be hidden downstairs. So back down I went to get the one I knew about, and back up again to press the button once more. The phone was found under a sofa cushion in the living room. By this time I was feeling parched, so I prepared a glass of water with a squirt of lemon (it's Ash Wednesday) and headed back downstairs to the laptop. At the bottom of the stairs I remembered the book I was wanting, so went back up again, found it on the shelf, and descended again to where the work is. Then I realized my feet were still cold, as I had totally forgotten to get my slippers which triggered all of the above.

Which does rather make me question: how do people manage to get work done, when their office is in their home? Discipline is definitely required - a virtue I demonstrably do not have, as one random thought led me on a convoluted squirrel-chase through the house, before settling down again, 20 minutes later!

Since I'm not being productive at the moment, I'll take this opportunity to share with you some exciting news: I got my first rejection letter yesterday! It's official, folks -- I'm a writer!

Now where did I put my glasses....