My attention is wandering.
I sit down to work on my Cozy Mystery only to find my concentration has pottered off to pick daisies by an imaginary stream.
A positive, I suppose, is that my attention isn’t out playing hopscotch in oncoming traffic.
The resounding negative, of course, is that it’s not with my linguist and her best bud on a tugboat in Central Africa.
This is not good… although I do enjoy the daisies.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
