An obstacular day

Someone's at my table. Mine.

Which is right by the power point, because I put it there.

I am now at Another Table, which has no power. The force is not strong with my laptop today.

Someone else is up on the roof, hammering. Loudly and irregularly.

Later I am expected at the pub, at exactly the same time as I am expected at home.

Also, other things are out of joint and/or kilter with my universe.

Nevertheless, I need to write two thousand words today and bring this story to a swift and satisfactory conclusion.

I can do this. I am the Little Chaz that Could.

*puff puff, wheeze wheeze*

[Now I sound like the younger me smoking, or having an asthma attack. Or both. Ah, me. Good times, good times...]

Phooey

I have written a thousand words, but the Silence Room is too damn noisy today. There is drilling on the one hand and hammering on the other, even the bloody clock is ticking its way into my brain like a deathwatch beetle; and the Person from Porlock has left all their stuff camped out on my table and decamped.

I'm going home.