The 9 a.m. movie adventure

I can start a movie at 9 a.m.- something maybe 80 minutes long. On Demand is a wonderful thing. I watch the credits, but soon after I put it on pause. Then I put it on pause a hundred more times so that it takes me eight hours to watch that movie.

I make coffee, then make breakfast, then shower, than make the bed, then put joint compound on a wall, then do a paraffin melt for my hands, then look for the heating pad for my seventeen year old cat, then throw out the cream cheese I feel guilty about having in my fridge, then retrieve the cream cheese and wonder whether I could put it outside for an animal to eat, then get online to see if there is an animal that actually eats cream cheese, go back to the movie for awhile, then paint the wall after the compound dries, remove the door knob from the door that needs painting, accidentally close the door without the doorknob and realize that all my coats are in there and I can't get the door open again, paint the door because to heck with it- maybe when my S.O. gets back home he can open the door- talk on the phone a dozen times, go back and watch some more movie, get on the treadmill, organize the trash for trash day, load the dishwasher, finish the movie.

And sometimes I actually entertain the idea of going out to a movie.

Who am I fooling? I have some kind of attention deficit thingie.