Fresh books sit on the shelf, mocking me. Important, interesting projects beckon me. Phone calls go unmade. Simple meetings seem monumental. Emails perch inside my head, then die from lack of attention. I bought U2′s new disk first thing yesterday morning (for only $4, thankyouverymuch Amazon), and have only halfheartedly listened to it once (while I was making breakfast). I’m really flightily busily doing lots of stuff, but apparently getting nothing done. What’s worse is all of the wondrous stuff that is actually taking place right in front of me, all while I’m too distracted by the stuff I’m not doing to pay it any attention. I wish I could settle into a state of mindfulness and embrace the temporary time of unproductivity that comes with welcoming a new person onto the planet. I wish I could settle in and get something done, even if it’s only the dishes. I wish I could blog about something besides life with an infant.