This afternoon I worked late, dodged aggressive and unpredictable drivers on the drive home, reheated and ate a bit of last night's curry while responding to emails, then immediately proceeded to the basement where 4 or 5 piles of laundry were waiting to be washed.  As soon as I emerged from the basement, and before I set out on my next task, I decided I wanted fruit. 

The pomegranates I bought last week were calling my name.  I almost opted for the clementines, because I didn't have the time I felt I needed to open the pomegranate.  After mentally savoring the flavor of a pomegranate, that is exactly what I chose. 

I spent almost 15 minutes carefully pulling off the arils and plopping them into my bowl.  In the process, I managed to get the deep red juice all over my hands and the cutting board.  It made quite a mess, which added one more thing to tonight's to-do list.  But first, I sat and enjoyed my bowl of crunchy, juicy, nutritious bounty.  It kept me from laundry.  It kept me from doing the dishes.  It kept me from further email.  It kept me from stewing further about my hectic workday.  It kept me from wondering what else I need to get done tonight.  It kept me in a space within a foot of it.  And it gave me a great idea for my next blog entry for a simple food with simple promises.