Just One More Thing

I think “just one more thing” might be the most dangerous phrase in my vocabulary.

One more row of crochet. One more chapter. One quick search about something that has absolutely nothing to do with what I was doing. Suddenly I have seventeen tabs open and a strong desire to learn a craft I do not have room for.

Meanwhile, my coffee has gone cold.

I’d like to say there’s a plan, but mostly I’m a moth bouncing between interesting lights. Occasionally one of those lights is a good idea. Occasionally it’s craft supplies.

Anyway, I came here to say something specific. If it comes back to me, you’ll be the first to know.