Thinking too much
I stood in the kitchen and filled a glass with water from the dispenser on the fridge. The clock on the oven said it was 4:19 in the afternoon.
Crap! Is it that late already? I have that editing meeting at five. And I’m still not done with my piece. Oh, and I was supposed to set buy orders for that stock I saw trading lower this morning. I hope the price hasn’t shot up. How did I let the day get away from me? I was zooming this morning. Now I’ll be lucky to have a rough draft finished in time for the meeting. And what about the stock? Maybe the price will keep going down. Tomorrow I can wake up early and ...
Then I felt water splashing on my feet.