When I Don't Pay Attention

​“Go ahead and fill the pond. I backwashed the pump,” my husband told me as he walked out the door.
“Ok.” I turned on the filler and went back inside to read by book. Made a mental note to watch the pond. My phone rang. I answered. Then I saw an email from my sister that I wanted to read on my computer’s big monitor, so I wandered to our home office. Then I responded. Then I thought about what I wanted to post next on my brand-new blog.
Twenty minutes later, I wandered back to the kitchen and looked out the window.
Why is there water sitting on the patio? Oh Crap! I forgot I turned on the pond filler!
I ran outside and turned off the filler. Then I put my wet socks in the laundry basket because I hadn’t taken time to put on shoes. Then I went back outside to see how the overflow pump was doing with all the excess water. The fish were hanging out at the edge of the pond. I fully expected to see a couple of them flop up to explore life outside their house. Too bad we don’t have frogs at the moment. They would have had a great escape route from hungry koi.