I've been ironing again. I think ironing is detrimental to my mental capabilities. It isn't like I hate ironing... it's just that it isn't good for my brain. Normally I consider myself to have a healthy, if not sometimes obsessive, attention span. Once I am immersed in a project, I can stay on target for hours. But, ironing is like instant ADD. The hot metal touches fabric, and I can think of 20 things I should/could be doing. My brain becomes a hummingbird on an energy drink. "Oh, I could be doing this, and this, and this... oh I forgot about this, and that... Oh, its raining.. That actor from last night was on Dr Who... I wonder if there are any chips." This bombardment of random trivia, tasks, and errata make any long term (ie more than one or two items) ironing a marathon event. "I can do another piece.. I can withstand the lure of distraction. Just push the iron forward, backward. No, don't look at the shiny object, just grab another cloth." Ever wonder why my shirt is wrinkled? It's 'cause the shiny object won.