I have 12 tabs open in my gospel library app that I move back and forth between.
I decide I want to jot down some notes about Isaac and Rebekah.
I grab a notebook from the bookshelf, drop it on the couch, then go into the kitchen to fetch a pen. The pen is purple.
I go downstairs and get the freshly laundered sheets out of the dryer. I take them upstairs and put them on my bed.
I decide I should wash our pillows, and in prepping them for the laundry, I start to wonder whether I should replace two of them. I do a few online searches to see if the store still carries the pillows I like.
I remember that we have Saint Patrick's Day pillow cases for our kids, so I get those out and give them a little douse of Febreze so they don't smell like stuffy, old linen closet (not that I even have a linen closet - it's one of my house's biggest flaws).
I haul the pillows down to the basement for a wash.
I go up to the kitchen and decide I want to listen to a Janet Jackson song.
I tell Alexa to play the song.
I jam to the song as I walk in the living room, where I see my notebook sitting on the couch and remember that I was going to write down some notes about Isaac and Rebekah.
I can't find my purple pen. I get a different pen.
I jot down two bullet points before it's time to go pick up my girls from school.
Three hours later I find my purple pen sitting on the dryer.
I'm pretty sure this is how scholars are made.
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