No, but, truly, it is some kind of art how distractable I am. I sat down to get some work done—a last-minute panic preparation session for my meeting with this professor later today—and all of a sudden it’s half an hour later and I’ve: skimmed the New York Times online, responded to a bunch of comments on my blog, stretched, refilled my coffee, put my feet on the table, taken my feet off the table, drawn the curtains to see the day, and, well, now, blogged. There must be some way I can make a performance piece out of this...