I knew it would be, and it is.
Nothing, not Ella Fitzgerald on the record player nor an engrossing book nor a glass of wine nor carrying on a conversation with Cautionary Dog while he sits and cocks his head in adorable ways, makes it easier.
The other night I actually ate dinner standing up because of this. I pulled some pieces of the frozen pizza I’d made the night before out of the fridge and ate them cold, standing up beside the table. As quickly as possible, so I could get on to other things already. Things that involve my eyes and both hands, ideally.