Now What?

I had five minutes before I needed to leave for an appointment I couldn’t be late for. Just enough time to pour my coffee into a go-cup, snap on the lid, and take it with me. Cutting to the chase here: Spilled the coffee all over the floor and my clothes. Leaping over the coffee on the floor to go change my clothes, knocked over an open bag of—what else?—8 pounds of potting soil. In the remaining minute, I changed no clothes, cleaned up no mess . . . just stood there trying to figure out which problem I could leave for later.

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