One afternoon last week, the kids were napping on the couch, having fallen asleep watching a movie. I thought this would be a good time to settle in and write for a while. So I headed to the kitchen to make some coffee because that’s what I do before starting any sort of task. While I was searching the fridge for creamer, I came upon a small container of moldy raspberries. The way I see it, this is a stupid problem. There are two things I feel my household could do better: eat well and manage money. So, obviously, letting a pint of raspberries go bad is good and good for us. But this is not my point. Finding the rotten raspberries reminded me of other produce items I recently bought and it became imperative that I check on the freshness of those. Three onions had to go, the blueberries and peppers made it, but the bag of outdated lettuce remained a question. I weeded out a few more unidentifiable items before I remembered I was trying to find coffee creamer. Forty-five minutes after walking into the kitchen, I left. With no coffee, no creamer, a refrigerator that was twenty percent clean, and not enough time left to write. So I took a nap instead.

I’d say this explains why I don’t seem to be able to get anything done these days. And why I should switch to black coffee.