In Which I am a Child

Perhaps because of my job (or perhaps because I'm just like this) I sometimes get totally pulled in by a process.

This is my high-falutin' way of saying that I spent ten "I should be getting dressed" minutes this morning watching water come to a boil. Fascinating, watching all those minute pockets of steam trying to make their way from the bottom of the pot to the top. Fly free, little bubbles of steam!

I suppose there's a reason my children think I'm odd.