The workings of our minds

(or mine, anyway). I'm always fascinated by the things I notice.

Like today.

Every morning I unlock the office, fire up the computers, and then take the carafe from my little coffee-maker out to the pantry area to get water. On days when I have a class, I make coffee in the pantry for the students. Today, I turned away from the sink only to realize that I had picked up the larger, heavy carafe for the students' twelve-cup coffee-maker in my left hand, which is considerably weaker than my right. In fact, my wrist was shaking so badly that I realized there was an excellent likelihood that I would drop that carafe well before I got back to my office. No big deal, I just put the little one down, swapped the big one to my right hand, and picked up the little one. And mused about the strength difference, and when I would get accustomed to it (it's newish)... so that I was literally at my office before I realized I had carried the larger carafe all the way there,when all I needed to do was take two steps away from the sink to the counter and make the coffee.

The immediacy of the fear that I was going to drop the carafe had completely made me forget I wasn't carrying it out of the pantry in the first place, even though I make the students coffee twice a week.