I’ve recently deduced that I’m far, far less productive when I have house guests, or when I’m one myself.

So, this morning, I was thrilled when my brother, much as I love him, headed back out of town.

For the first time in weeks, without the easy distraction of cohabiting family or friends, facing the boredom of otherwise just sitting quietly and staring off into space, I’m again getting down to getting things done.

Or, at least, getting down to blogging. Which, it seems, falls squarely between the boredom of space-staring and the pain of actually doing productive work.