Distractions are a constant irritation.
I expected to get a lot done today. For some reason --- perhaps because somebody had completed a review or something and I got an e-mail telling me about it --- I ended up at Goodreads, and, while there, I decided to look at some of the reviews on The Giver. That led me into a substantial distraction, because some intellectual, a mere twenty-six or twenty-seven-year-old, had done a review giving it just two stars and then telling why. That led me astray. Anyway, I spent most of the morning and some of the afternoon surfing around, not getting a lot done.
Oy vey. Distractions are a constant irritation, but I love them.