"Not for the first time this morning, I catch myself looking. Looking? I guess staring is a more appropriate word; knowing myself far too well by this point, I realise it's unlikely to be the last time either and I sigh inwardly, thinking of how yet another day is going to be wasted with my … preoccupation …"

Sorry, I don't normally use a piece from the story as a description, but for once, I drew a blank.