Rhubarb

Why do I wake up some days and embark on multiple activities that require me to be in several places at the same time?

Today was one of those idiotic days. I began by doing a bit of watering and weeding in the front garden, which was interrupted by a mad dash upstairs because I remembered that I wanted to iron some shirts while they were damp and cooperative rather than dry and stiff. (I have a steam iron, for crying out loud.) Anyone sensible would have resumed gardening after the ironing, but instead I made a detour to the kitchen to make a start on the rhubarb marmalade I'd been meaning to make since Thursday. Then I decided to marinate some chicken tandoori for tonight's barbecue, and in the middle of that thought, hey, I might as well throw together a Japanese potato salad for tomorrow. What was I thinking? No, don't answer that.

This is same rhubarb I blipped on May 20th. It's macerating in sugar and a bit of lemon juice and lemon peel and will be turned into marmalade tomorrow. That's IF I don't get distracted by two big flea markets taking place nearby.

Help.