In Search of A Quiet Place

It's time to write something.  If only I had a spot to do it.

I tried to blog in the living room, but my wife is watching Cupcake Wars on the Food Network and always does a running play-by-play of that show as she watches it, even when she knows I'm trying to focus on something else.  She just can't help herself. 

That's ok.  I knew this when we got married.

I moved to my study to write, but as I've mentioned before,  there are frogs in my neighbor's dilapidated, uncared-for, above-ground swimming pool.  They returned tonight, and they are once again croaking too loud for me to concentrate. 

I shut the door in hopes of drowning out the frogs, but that meant I isolated myself with my aptly named cat, Trouble,who was formerly napping on the futon but is currently pawing at my leg with remarkable endurance, only taking occasional breaks to scratch my chair. 

I'd move her to another room, but then she'd just scratch relentlessly on the office door, and that would be even worse.

My front porch is a nice place to blog, but then I'm back to the frog issue.

I'd go to a coffeeshop, but it's 9:54 and the ones near my house close by 10.  I think some of the fast food places near my house have WIFI, but they probably close at 10, too. 

Of course, I could just drive somewhere and blog in my car, and then come home to post it when I get back in the range of my local network.  But my computer battery is almost gone, so that doesn't work either. 

I could drive to my office, find a parking spot in downtown Nashville, pass through security, unlock my door and blog from work, but that's probably a violation of some kind of obscure conflict of interest law since I work for the State.

What other place with electrical outlets are still open? 

There's the bus station, the airport and a 24-hour Walmart.  There, I could probably park myself in the electronics section and at least get half an hour before an employee chased me away.  If I needed a nap in the process, I could just walk over to the furniture section, or maybe the camping tents.

But actually working in any of these places isn't nearly as fun and writing about the possibility of having to.

So, in the midst of all these complications, I'm only left with one option:

Shut down the computer and go kill some frogs. 
I'll see you next week.