I’m a long-range planner. My husband tells an apocryphal story about the time he caught me furtively looking at prices of mulberry trees online. As he approached, I was trying to switch screens and go back to the novel I was supposed to be writing.
“Syne?” he said, in a wry tone, “Was that a mulberry tree you were looking at?”
“Are you planning to buy a tree, raise silkworms, reel your own silk, dye it with local plants, weave it into fabric, and sew a shirt?”
“Um, yeah. How did you you know?”