Once I got the laundry going, the cat settled (she is another blog another time), the rats a snack (they thought they would like prunes, but after greedily snatching them from my hand they soon abandoned them and were begging for bananas), and my blog completed, I decided I needed to tackle the mail on my desk.
As I was sorting the mail, I came across a plus-sized clothing catalog addressed to my mother. Although my mother lived with us for a couple years 10 years ago, we have just recently been barraged with catalogs addressed to her.
This clothing catalog caught my attention because as I was looking for the inside address label to tear out and shred, I saw a cute tank top; I'm always looking for plus-size tank tops. Apparently, the stores around here think plus-sized women shouldn't wear tank tops, but who do they think I'm trying to kid? I'm not fooling anyone into thinking my arms don't flap just because I am wearing sleeves. I need tank tops when the weather is warm because I generate so much heat on my own I'm surprised it isn't warm outside all year around. I promise, as a plus-sized woman wearing tank tops, to avoid jumping jacks in public.
So I got distracted ordering tank tops; which as many know ordering online is a tedious task because you have to read the fine print and uncheck all the "do you want extra spam email" boxes. Then I went to print the receipt and the printer wasn't working. I needed to go to the bathroom because I was on my third cup of coffee. I headed into my bathroom, which is through the laundry hall. That reminded me I needed to switch out the laundry, so I went to the bathroom, switched out the laundry and headed back through the kitchen. Heading through the kitchen reminded me I needed to figure out dinner, so I went back to the computer room, forgot about dinner, remembered I needed to fix the printer which had gotten unplugged somehow (the cat probably did it; but again I will write about her another time), then sat at the computer and wondered what I forgot. I remembered dinner and made an executive decision to try pork in the skillet bbq chicken potato recipe my family likes, put the pork in the sink to thaw, came back in the computer room ruminating over the extent of my distraction and determined to get back to sorting the mail I barely started before I found the catalog and found something to order and ... well, you know the rest.
I thought about the six degrees of Kevin Bacon concept and found it to be a good metaphor for my distraction, then wondered whether it was a "full circle" concept or more of a "vine" concept that trailed out from it's original plant. I decided it was a vine concept and I should sit down and write about it right then (which is actually yesterday because although I'm writing right now it will be yesterday before you read it tomorrow which will be today when you read it).
And there you have it, six degrees of distraction.