You look at the printer, hear the voice say, check. You don’t, then comes the bing and the hunt for paper. As you approach the intersection, you decide to pay the phone bill before going to the florist. On your way back, you slow to 10 mph while the policeman directs traffic around the ambulance. . . . It’s not that you don’t know what’s happening as it happens: part of you knows, but doesn’t explain right away. Does that make you nervous? Held out flat, palm down, your hand wobbles. This means not really.