Gave up and dug out Harry Connick, Jr. to write to this morning since I can’t possibly be anymore distracted than I already am. It’s music that helps me relax and cheers me up, so if nothing else I’ll be calmer and in a better mood in spite of the distractions. It doeesn’t help that I keep thinking, “I’m distracted, I’m not working fast enough”, so I get tense and everything becomes more difficult by an order of magnitude. If I can’t be focused, I can at least be cheerful about it instead of uptight.
And besides, if hearing Harry’s voice doesn’t inspire me to rework those love scenes, I need my pulse checked.
Slept through the Geminids last night, as I expected to, but I’m sure there will be plenty of photos of the event posted around the internet. Next year I ought to be able to stay awake to see the show, Baby 2.0 will be at the blissful sleeping-through-the-night stage and we’ll be past the staggering exhaustion stage. For the Perseids, I’ll probably be awake anyway due to the staggering exhaustion stage and should get a good look at the shower. See, there’s always an upside.
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