As I’m writing this, Lloyd is still at evening choir practice and I am stumped for an idea, so forgive me if I ramble. It was a busy day and I had to go to Wal*Mart after work, then it was time to cook and eat food and go blank for a while.
One of my favorite personality traits, which is also one of my worst, is that I only think of things when I’m in relevant surroundings. I think about work stuff at work, and when I’m at home it’s as if my brain doesn’t recognize that I even have a job. “There’s no world outside these walls, silly Lauren, just eat some more cookies.” Good ol’ compartmentalized brain.
It usually doesn’t interfere too much, but there are weeks when everyday at work I’ll think, “I really should buy such-and-such in Lincoln on Saturday so I can get that project done.” When the weekend arrives and I drive in without a list, I have no idea what could have been so urgent.
It’s also not so great when I’m in a situation like this morning when I arrived at work and realized that I had left all relevant Mother’s-Day-project-related-stuff sitting on the dining room table. It was a furious drive home, and I had to pep myself up so I wouldn’t fall under the house’s spell when I darted in to get my bag.