Over the weekend, we moved. Kind of. We still have some things at the old house, and I'm working on getting that packed up and out of there by this weekend.
Needless to say, my time has been occupied with packing and unpacking, and it will continue to be a busy time here at the yellow house on the hill. (Yes, we moved into the same house we moved out of 10 months ago. Don't question it. It works for us.)
Even though I'm away from my computer, does it help to know that I'm blogging in my mind? That I'm coming up with the best posts the world will never see?
Because by the time I get to the computer, I'll forget what I was thinking about.
Right now, if something doesn't require constant attention, or if I get distracted mid-task, I'll walk away, forgetting that I was going to complete it. Then, hours later, I'll realize that I never finished what should have taken 2 minutes.
Kind of like this post. What did I start out writing about?