Some Days I Am Zeno’s Paradox

There are days where I am in Room A and realize I need something from Room B. Simple. Get up and grab Thing.

Except I get distracted by remembering something else I need to do so I put Thing down, closer to Room A, and take care of whatever it was. Then I return to Room A.

Except Thing is not with me.

Eventually I notice and get up and go grab the Thing.

Then something distracts me, like say the cat. So I put Thing down, closer still to Room A, deal with the cat, and return to room A.

After a few minutes I realize I don’t have Thing. I still need Thing.

So I get up and grab Thing.

Something happens, I put Thing down, closer yet to Room A, deal with whatever it was, and return to Room A.

Realize that I left Thing, still, behind.

So I get up again…

The Thing always finds its way to A at some point.

Of course then I will, obviously, end up needing to return it to Room B and the process starts all over again.

There are just days where halfway there, at any given moment, is the best my brain can do, and I have learned to, if not enjoy it, at least live with it.