Thinking out loud....

It's Saturday. I'm in the middle of sweeping the kitchen floor, had most of the debris gathered in one spot, and the broom broke. Just split in two, the handle from the part holding the bristles.

I took that as a sign.

Left the trash right where it was and got out of Dodge. Perhaps somewhere in my travels, I'll pick up a new broom, and finish where I left off whenever I get back. Or better yet, someone else will see the mess I left on the floor and somehow get it up while I'm gone, freeing me up to do something I really want to do and with better success.