How *not* to multitask
Laptops, tea mugs, and other things that don't mix
When I was 23, I moved into a reverse duplex apartment: bedroom downstairs, kitchen upstairs, and in between, a beautiful wooden staircase. It was evening, I’d been working upstairs, and I decided that it would be nice to have a mug of hot tea. What can I say, it’s my Russian side coming out—the one that craves black tea at all hours of the day.
Steaming…