My mind is scattered.
It is thinking about the following things (including but not limited to):
The beauty of my two potted Gerbera daisy plants, orange and red, with two tall open flowers each and several little ones peeking their tiny unbloomed heads up out of the leaves.
The brightness of the sun over the Tontine Hotel and the white clouds over the Clyde, promising (usually falsely) a glorious day.
The wilting leaves of my basil plant; am I watering it too much? Too little?
The niceness of my daughters playing with their doll house together, and hoping the camaraderie lasts all morning.
The anxiety over what to do with my rabbits right now while they are duking it out for dominance. Move them to a neutral territory again? But how, when I have kids in the house today?
All the plans I have for the future, and how will they pan out? Are they good plans or bad?
How will I get through this day of work when I am so tired, even though I had a great night of sleep?
I need to make Fifi and Scott's lunches.
I need to pay my car tax.
I need groceries.
I am having another baby, holy cow.
I am still in my dressing gown and must be ready for work in one hour.
The children are still in their pajamas and need to be ready for school and nursery in one hour.
My husband is still in bed and needs to be ready for work in less than one hour. I need to wake him up.
I need to clean the kitchen from last night's dishes. Oops.
I have recently learned that I no longer need to double space between sentences, but I don't think my fingers will ever learn this concept, nor is my brain willing to give up this once important typographical rule.
I need to send a text.
I need to go send that text now.