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?

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.