I'm having incredible trouble getting my mind into work mode today. Partly because of stress, partly because of the obnoxious music the neighbors decided to play today1
, partly because monkey boy Evan is having trouble working and so keeps wandering around the house distractedly (and distractingly)2
, and partly because the ikea chair I sit on has been on its last legs for well over a month now. Some of you may remember, I used to sit on an exercise ball instead of a chair, but it had two big problems―it was in a stabilizing base that wouldn't allow you to shift around and
allowed it to get knocked all over the room; and the cats destroyed two of them. Yesterday I found a brand new office chair
that incorporates an exercise ball and today I ordered it. Hopefully it'll work out, and hopefully I'll work!
1 I have mentioned this lovely habit of theirs before; it's not just ear-splitting loud, it's not just a style of music I don't care for (super-cheesy "hip-hop"), it's not just in Albanian…it's that they play the same songs over and over and over. For hours.
2 Actually, for those of you who read his journal, things are pulling together slowly but surely. And a PS for you―I know where the Hectic Planet files are and if something happens and the end doesn't get told―I'll let you know how it all turned out. And what the secret of the TANC is.