Distracted

[rejectomorph]

My cats are upset because everything is happening at the wrong time. I'm still a bit disorganized, too, and didn't start dinner on time, so there will certainly be pizza tonight. The particular shade of green the new grass wears is such a distraction! Every few minutes, I feel compelled to go out and look at it. The spaciousness of the day draws me. Every window is an invitation, and my gaze will inevitably fly out on every shaft of sunlight. The light is warm, and the breezy shade deliciously cool, the pale young leaves flutter and the birds sing amid bright flowers. How can I possibly concentrate?