Called

 

The tiny voice from the kitchen called me, increasingly insistent. I tried to block it out and continue with my work. Now, where was I… This website was a mess and would require all my concentration to trouble shoot and fix it. Move this here. Shorten that bit of copy. Replace this photo. Add this alt tag. Much better.

I sat back in my chair to survey my work, satisfaction blossoming at the improvements made already and shining back at my from my computer screen. I stretched and smiled. Time for a break.

I carried my glass to the sink to get a drink of water, and there it was again. A lilliputian siren song coming from the end of the counter. Without thinking I moved toward it, first one step, then another, and soon I was overcome, resistance erased.

As I dipped my hand into the jar and peeled the wrapper back, revealing the enticing chocolate, I reminded myself that I would eat better tomorrow.