“Actually… .”
When I’m walking somewhere, or in the middle of some particular process and it occurs to me that I want to do something/go somewhere else first, and consequently change course, it has been my unconscious custom to say quietly to myself, “Actually… .” at the precise moment that I physically move to carry out my new task/direction. I have no idea what brought it to my attention yesterday, but it was one of those rare moments of stunningly banal self-discovery: I’ve done this ever since I can remember, and I’m just now noticing.
In other news, my bike was stolen last night. The one I saved up for with my dishwasher’s income when I was 15. A used Mongoose Rockadile. I guess I got my money’s worth over 14 years. So long, bike. We had some good times!
