OK, I have finally decided that I can not absolutely, positively, make no bones about it write while the TV is on.
My husband is a TV freak. He must have it on every waking moment. I CAN NOT STAND IT ANYMORE! There I said it. He's been underfoot for the last couple of months due to a layoff at his work, and the poor man is type A -- no hobbies, all work. Or should I say poor me? We live in this tiny condo with only one bedroom and an open kitchen/great room, which mean there is no escape inside the condo from the mushy brain maker.
So, how do I cope? I run away to the great outdoors (read the barn) or the library or the book store. But I can't write in any of those places. I've tried. Help!