I Did Not Earn the Three Hours of TV I Watched Tonight

Because I only worked on my book for 2.5 hours today. I suck at sitting still and just doing the work. Granted, this is high-voltage emotional territory that I'm returning to, but seriously, what territory isn't high-voltage for a woman in her early 50s? We're apt to laugh-cry at anything from junk mail to squirrels that hesitate in the street as though they're about to do jazz hands. Or kill someone. Same thing.