It is Spring Break. I am at work today. I had been assuming I could hide here in my campus office, largely interrupted.
But no. Oh no.
I have had people knocking on my door to ask stuff, IT issues, unexpected encounters with thorny colleagues, unexpected encounters with pleasant colleagues and a phonecall from the preschool to say that though I don't need to get my son, and though he probably doesn't need to see a doctor, they are legally required to tell me he has sustained a head-injury by slipping on a book and ramming his forehead into the lego table: "it's a bit red and poofing out, but he's OK."
I am good at focusing, generally, but this day might be beyond even me. I'm seriously considering renting office space in one of Baltimore's many under-used buildings. I wonder if I could get a grant for that?