One moment I'm using all the Russian language I have, just to finally understand that my guest loves birds.
Another moment I'm renting out the gym, or a parking spot, or reviewing financial statements.
I check out last year's perennials, coming up strong in the front garden. Wonder briefly about the fly-by angle of the bird who did THAT on the patio door.
Then I email my (fantastic) City Councillor about a situation (not the bird situation). Learn some music. Create some media. Write something profound (or at least helpful) to share on Sunday.
And talk to people. And dream. And panic a little. Rant. And smile.
And then Spike, my trucker-husband, calls after being out of cell-phone range for more than a day. He's 40 minutes away if I want to meet for dinner....
I do. I really do.
I beat him to the yard, unexpectedly. And blog while I wait.
Variety. It's a good thing.