A neighbor asked to borrow a corkscrew. Judy stayed and talked while I went into the house to get it. I walked into the motorhome and promptly forgot why I was there. Not willing to go back outside, I stood in one spot until it came to me: I had gone inside to record the birds I had seen today. It didn’t seem to be that urgent, writing down birds, so I chose to do something more pressing: clean the inside of the windshield with Windex before it got dark. I was doing a pretty good job too until Judy asked if I was having trouble finding the corkscrew.
It’s so hard to get anything done with these constant interruptions.
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