This evening I was boiling a big pot of water to start a new batch of Kombucha. As the water was heating up I was passing time reading The Quartet by Joseph J. Ellis. The book is very engaging and I was in a particularly riveting chapter, yet I found it hard to concentrate: I kept having visions of hot water "exploding" all over my kitchen counters and floors.
I kept waving away the visions, thinking: "Konstanza, why would you even think something so silly? Go away, vision!" Yet the vision kept coming back. I kept waving it off, thinking: "Stop dwelling on this!"
Finally, it was time to pour the hot water. Remembering the annoying vision, I decided to use extra caution. I moved the gallon-sized Mason jar from the counter into the sink. I also forced myself slow down as I handled the hot water.
Sure enough, once all the water had been poured, the side of the Mason jar that was facing me broke away and all the hot water came gushing out. Had I not moved the Mason jar from the counter into the sink, I would have badly gotten scalded.
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