I have a terrible habit of waiting too long to eat. Usually by the time I do, I’m pouring ketchup on my shoe.
When I do that, things tend to go down like this:
I notice I’m hungry, but too engrossed (okay, obsessed) in whatever it is I’m doing and forget. Yup. Forget.
I notice that I’m really hungry and think for a moment this time that I should do something about it but — much like a squirrel — I get distracted and then forget. Some more. But — unlike a squirrel — I don’t go get me some nuts. Continue reading