Waxing sentimental.
My reputation for single mindedness comes well deserved. I’ve been driving forward in the office as if nothing has changed. After a good hour of hearty production this morning, I noticed a phone message from a recently departed, former coworker. They left a really nice message. Suddenly a productive morning becomes unproductive as my single track downshifts into sentimentality. Someone needs to venture out to the rail yard and throw the switch so I can get back to work.