My wife laughs at me because I get, like, minus scores on the Myers-Briggs Index as a “sensate”. That is to say, I’m not what you would call the most aware person when it comes to my physical environment. I once walked in our house, traversed the living room to the bedroom to drop my stuff, walked in the kitchen (past the living room), got a glass of milk, came back into the living room, sat down (for several minutes) and finally looked up to notice a GIGANTIC CABINET RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE LIVING ROOM. I’d had to walk around it to get to the bedroom. Somehow it hadn’t registered because I was thinking about something.
I tell you that story as a preface to this brief exchange. A reader writes:
Why is the design of the jacket of your book on Mary so similar to Pope Benedict’s book on Jesus? The layout is the same and the three colors are just reversed.
Um, because the designer came up with that design and it looked nice. I never thought about that connection before. (I’m not very clued in to book design). Now that you mention it, that’s cool!
So far I haven’t fallen down a manhole in my distraction, but it’s exciting living with that as a daily possibility.