distraction

i have a job this week!  i'm on a panel of reviewers for a federal grant!   it's kind of exciting, but i hardly know what i'm doing.  oh, and i'm not only on the panel, i'm also the chairperson.  well, when 'they' (the government or whoever) write it, they always capitalize it, Chairperson.  ha.  i'm accustomed to reading and editing grants, so this is rather fun, especially because i'm scoring them.  not only that, but i am getting paid money to do it!  it's a weird concept to work and earn money after so many years of being a support-raising missionary.  

anyway, i have been able to go to panera to work there while my wonderful husband has watched momo.  it's been really nice to get out of the house, and be able to concentrate for longer periods of time.  i actually get stuff done when i leave the house!  it makes me realize i would be rather terrible at working from home.  

occasionally, i look around and take in the scene around me, and today, i noticed a guy taking up a larger table than he needed.  he had books out (but still closed), sunglasses folded neatly, an ipad (open), a smart phone (which he was incessantly typing on), a bag, a sweatshirt, some highlighters... it was the table of someone who wanted to put on a show about how much he was studying...  however, for about an hour, he never really touched the books.  he even had a rather long (and loud) conversation about working out and sexy girls.  when a person walked by and asked, "still studying?" he replied with some rather prideful sounding answer about how many more years he was going to be studying.  i wouldn't want him to be my doctor if that's the way he studies to be honest with you.  

he definitely wanted to be noticed or something, and so i naturally wanted to not notice him.  but that made me notice him.  which irritated me.  

anyway, it was a much smaller distraction than being at home with the cutest baby in the world, however, so i actually did end up getting some work done.  also, i'm glad to share that my brain has not irreversibly atrophied in the process of producing offspring.  

love,

mo momma