I'm doing dishes, my hands all warm in soapy water. Fish two spoons out of the bottom of a pan, and before I think about it, I'm playing them. Both spoons spooned into each other and clicking a mad clack into the palm of my right hand.
The things we do without thinking. The things we do all the time. Odd that no matter where I am in my life, if I fish two spoons out of a pan, I have to play them.