I had the very best of intentions. Really I did. I had amassed all the needed materials. I had my books and pens and pencils. I had the much revered post it note flags and the handy notebook. I even had a bracing cup of hot, fresh tea. I was all set up at the dining room table so I couldn’t drift off to sleep in an overly-comfy chair. I was ready to go.
But you see, I also had a Levon, and he had rather different ideas for my afternoon. He made it quite clear that he was much more important that the silly book I was trying to read and that I was not to have a moment’s peace until he had the appropriate amount of attention.