Crazy day.


I left my office around 12:30 to get something to bring back to my desk to eat.


Stopping for plastic utensils and a paper napkin before leaving Au Bon Pain with my soup and sandwich, I thought, “I need this spoon, but do I need a fork?  I shouldn’t take it if I don’t, but maybe my sandwich will disintegrate.  Better take it.  I’ll stash it in my desk for future use if I don’t need it.”


I unpack my lunch sack back at the office to find . . . two plastic forks (and no spoon).




I open my desk drawer to deposit one of the forks, only to find . . . seven plastic forks living there already.  Guess I’ve been here before.




Monkey mind.