I spent two hours making a picnic lunch. (Two hours?!) This lunch consisted of:
cucumber slices vinaigrette
So, at the end of this two-hour kitchen-based black hole, I stopped to assess what it is that made a simple lunch take so darn long. Was it the ADD-brain going into hyperfocus? I don't recall being so "in the zone" while I was cooking that I lost track of time.
Was it mission-creep? This is my perennial problem with sewing: I start one project, get excited about a related sewing project, and end up splitting my time and attention among two or more projects as a result (thus, the
there was quite a bit of plain, old-fashioned multi-tasking at work in making this a 2-hour ordeal. Our brains are not suited to multi-tasking. My brain especially is not served by being split among activities, and yet I get so scattered in my thinking that I end up flitting ineffectively between household activities on a regular basis. So, along with the cooking, I did a load of laundry (and threw half of it in the dryer and hung up the other half to dry). I unloaded the dishwasher. I checked email. I made myself breakfast and ate it.
Oh well. The picnic lunch was very tasty.