Frowny'ish

So that's it, too. Done in the kitchen, and just seated with my breakfast, ready to jot something — anything — before I've gotta go t'work. He's up, that noisy one next door, with some place to go, by the sound of him.

It's become problematic, surprisingly. Figured I'd have to change writing habits. Because they've slapped on that web blocker at work, I've weaned myself off using that machine, try not to stay late at work, aim daily for getting home early as possible. Aim myself toward starting in the evenings the writing I've become accustomed to...meditating upon thru'out the day. Attempting anything new logically would present me some frustration. Expected, sure. Simply didn't count on being so waylaid by the noise in this chicken coop stack of apartments.

Can't even concentrate now — 7:14 — that...morning news chirping thru the walls. At other times, others blast one-note music, bounce weight sets on the stairs, spool-up jet engines. Yesss, I'm exaggerating...humour...must...dose...HUMOUR.

It's gotta be just the learning curve. The re-learning curve, then.

Not much time now. Want this down and done — SOMETHING done. One small victory. Before that...that work. Four letter word. And word, too.

Thinking even of taking off in my truck with my laptop. Laptop battery usefulness another probable worry, then. It'd be just plain useless sitting somewhere conducive, somewhere not distracting, and yet unable to focus, as the useful battery time ticks away. So then I'll have to start filling my head with info about portable charging kits...inverters...accessories...solar cells, ooohhh! Maybe a teevee...a twenty'foot plasma...and satellite dish...for drawing in Mars!