I always thought of myself as a pretty capable multitasker. Today I have to admit, openly and without prejudice, that those days are gone.
Case in point: this morning I made my coffee while I toasted my whole wheat bread and I brushed my teeth while the two machines took their time; then I ate toast and marmalade very neatly sweeping the crumbs into the sink while using my e-reader; then I went in to turn on the shower as it sometimes takes a while to get hot water since our hot water tank is 13 floors up from us; then I listened to the news and made my bed while waiting for the washer to finish the first load; I chose my clothes and laid them out on the bed, ready to jump into when I got out of the shower. That would be the shower that had been running for 20 minutes. That would be the shower that runs in the apartment of a green building. That would be the shower that would have set off the fire alarm if I hadn't wiggled, slick as an eel, through a 6 inch opening while shooing the steam back into the room with a giant towel.
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. Amen.