I’m currently a bit over 100 pages into Louise Erdrich’s The Mighty Red. Why I originally picked up that book currently escapes me. It’s not my typical genre, and I’m not familiar with the oeuvre of Erdrich’s work. But it’s still been a fun read. 

When my alarm went off this morning (I’m writing on President’s Day, when I am, gratefully, free from work for the day), I had every intention of picking up The Mighty Red and knocking out another 20 or 30 pages before starting my day. I just had to wait for the coffee to brew, feed the dog, and… oh. I’m on Instagram. Again. 

It wasn’t intentional, but after a few minutes of stretching and coming back to life, it felt as natural as breathing to grab my phone and start scrolling. From there– even once the coffee pot let out a delightful chirp to tell me my lifeblood was ready– I failed to reclaim my focus and come back to my book. My mind was already ping-ponging between a million different things. Why hadn’t I used Brick to lock down my phone before bed like I usually do? Oh, right… weed gummies.