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October 14, 2015

I can send a text, make lasagna, listen to my ipod, train the dog, snap my gum and hop on one foot all at once.  It’s something that most women are very good at—Swiss army knife meets Octavius.   On the other hand most men are better at compartmentalizing—Magnifying glass meets Tupperware.

Multitasking isn’t the wondrous productive routine one might think.  Doing a bunch of stuff at the same time is like trying to hit more than one target at once, which unless you are Robin Hood, isn’t all that effective.  Even if you are Robin Hood, it’s a safe bet you’re not going to hit the bull’s eye, or shall I say bull’s eyes very often.

Diluted competency isn’t the only casualty.  Recently, we had some new neighbors move in a few blocks away.  My husband, Dee, suggested that we stop by and meet them.  “Naa,” I said, “I don’t want to.”  He looked surprised.  “Why not?”  I stammered a while and then blurted, “Because I don’t give a crap!”  Dee was shocked. “Just kidding,” I said sweet...

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