Last week, I got up early and walked to the kitchen to make coffee. It was dark outside.
After the coffee finished brewing, I poured a cup of dark roast Community coffee into my RevGalBlogPals mug and headed back to the study. For sermon prep.
After several minutes of distracted deep thoughts about Lent 1 A, I returned to the kitchen (mug in hand) for more coffee. On the way, I tripped over the hall runner near the bookcases. Sister runs through the house and, sometimes, the rug gets flipped over. I tripped on the runner and shot coffee on the floor. Or, so I thought.
I returned to my study. For sermon prep.
After another round of distracted deep thoughts on the task of preaching to the people, I got up for more coffee. As I walked past the bookcases, I looked down to check where I'd dripped coffee earlier. I saw coffee on the floor and sprayed on the bookcase.
Taking a damp cloth, I cleaned up the drips on the wood floor. I wiped up coffee fling spots off the bookcase and wall. Then I thought, "gee, wouldn't it be fun to color coordinate the books in this bookcase? Keeping books in order in this eclectic reading household is worthless anyway. Too many topics."
I reminded myself that I was working on my sermon. I thought deep thoughts.
The phone began to ring. I took call after call and while I yapped or was yapped at, I re-arranged the bookcase.
All this for sermon prep. I'm sure.