Half-way to the pool, I remember, all of a sudden. I forgot to lock the front door. Off, I go back home, pedaling furiously, hoping that I will not be too late for swim practice. Once in the water, wandering mind plays tricks, again, and soon, I start losing count of laps. Later, in the kitchen, I almost forget the rice pudding on the stove. Today is one of those days . . .
In the background, I can feel sadness in the heart. Images of dream the night before come to mind. Loved one is not doing well.
Time to be extra careful, and to move slow. Time to sit down and be with myself, absent-mindedness and all. Time to listen to the heart.