Is your speed when driving directly related to the speed at which you do work?
It was 10:21 am. My mind was meandering: first to planned destinations — preparing my shopping list for dinner, updating my to-do list, picking lint from my skirt — then to destinations unknown. I knew the latter occurred because I returned with a shock that startled me from my revelry. No one else noticed, though, that I was gone.
10:24 am. I listen to the same sentence being repeated for the umpteenth time. What an amazing demonstration of creativity, I think, to be able to say the same thing in so many different ways. Does that demonstrate talent and skill, or is it an indication of a boring, meaningless life? I catch the edge creeping into my thinking.