Every Thursday I do a wash of whites which includes the towels and washcloths from each bathroom. Normally I do that chore in the morning. But last week I decided to do it late in the afternoon after my 5-mile walk, so that I could include my sweaty stuff from the walk.
First thing upon arriving home I gathered the used towels and washcloths along with my sweaty things and other whites accumulated since the previous Sunday and started the wash. Then I proceeded to the Master Bath and hopped into the shower. Once I was fully soaked under the hot spray I reached for the washcloth. I use a washcloth and soap for my face neck and ears only. For the rest of me I use a nylon bath sponge and liquid body wash, which makes lots more suds and for more thorough cleansing from the rough surface of the sponge. I always feel so squeaky clean using the sponge.
But the washcloth wasn’t there! I had neglected to replace the towels and washcloths, something I have always done routinely – and the linen closet is on the other side of the house. I was already soaked so I continued my shower.
When I was finished I stood there in the shower for quite a while brushing off as much water as I could with my hands. When I got dry enough that I wouldn’t be splattering water everywhere I paddled to the linen closet and finished drying off. Only when I was totally dry did it occur to me that I needn’t have gone to all the trouble. So what if I splattered water all over the rug en route to the linen closet? It was only clean water and it would just evaporate and not stain the rug. Still, I was annoyed with myself over the episode. I am accustomed to being more aware of what I’m doing.
I suppose what I did could be considered absent minded. But absent minded connotes inattention, whereas I believe what happened was instead total concentration to the exclusion of anything else. From the moment I entered the house my total focus was on getting fresh and clean.