"What makes you think I have some sort of attention span problem?", I say, looking up from the detritus of multiple half-started hobbies.
(Project table covered in electronic components, jack-leads for synth stuff I've not touched in months; little tins of paint, and printed out letter-forms, because I thought I'd try my hand at hand-lettering; a storage-unit full of assorted tools and equipment; duolingo cursing me out because I only ever remember to do my practise just as I'm rolling into bed...)