It’s the first work-Monday of 2020, and I had work intentions. Moving slowly toward them, sure, but it was 8:45a, and I could get in an hour or so before The Next Thing.
I fixed my second cup of coffee, to drink while writing my Bible verses. I put spoons in the dishwasher, glanced at the sink, thought, “I wonder whether I have enough sponges?”
I answered myself: THIS IS A RABBIT TRAIL. YOU DO NOT NEED TO FIND THIS OUT RIGHT NOW.
So of course I opened the cabinet, reached in to fish out the packet and… it was wet?
![grubby white dish-basin holding scrub-sponges, other gear, and 1/4” water](https://i0.wp.com/kimbol.soques.net/wp-content/uploads/2020/01/60001497908__09647f0a-7346-468c-a478-600b2cb4f5fc.jpg?resize=756%2C1008&ssl=1)
Yep.
I discovered a mold-pond in the making, traced the wetness to a spot centered under the faucet/spigot, and saw no obvious drips (so that’s now an exercise for My Sweetie, sorry Sweetie!).
…
It’s probably still a rabbit-trail.