Where the heck am I supposed to THINK?

My office is in a corner of the living room. It sits above the den, where the Sons play MMP games and Rock Band and watch TV.

I had an idea for a lyric, tonight, and sat to write, but the 3 Sons in the basement were making such noise I couldn't really think.

So I moved down the hall, to our bedroom. It's a little farther from the den, so those noises are somewhat muffled. Although, 3 young guys playing shooting games are just plain loud, even from the end of the hall. Shooting requires shouting, you see.

Our bedroom sits above Son #1's bedroom. So, now I am hearing slightly less shooting, but more chatting on the telephone. Because Son #1 is on the phone with That Girl pretty much all the time. He also is listening to "screamo" music. It's just...great.

There is no other place to go. So, I have my snippet of a lyric and nothing else to go with it, at this point. I think I'll try to do Something Else, for a while, and let the music float back into my head on its own. In the meantime, though, I just wish, sometimes, that I had a place to go that didn't have all this constant chatter. If I could find our recording equipment, I'd make a podcast for y'all. Because you would not believe the continuity of the cacophony, over here.