Coffee shop traumas

The way the schedule has been working out so far, both Trouble and I get a little time to ourselves each day. Trouble tends to get out just after Turing goes down for a nap (because I am a delicate flower who is a little overwhelmed at the prospect of 2 awake babies at the same time). He gets back around 3 and I get out after the next time Huxley feeds. Today, that didn't happen until 5:30.

My preferred coffee shop closes at 6 on weekdays (and 5 on the weekends!), so I headed off to my second choice coffee shop. I have very mixed feelings about it - the coffee is quite good, but they have very few windows. They also play jazz. I have no problem with jazz except when I'm trying to work. When I am working, I want a steady, boring beat. Techno is best, but none of the coffee shops in town play techno. Indie rock is just fine, too, which is at most of the places I normally frequent. At this coffee shop, there is a mostly-quiet room which works out for me, except two evenings a week when it is used for other purposes, but I can't ever remember which nights it is used. It turns out tonight is one of those nights. Gah. I cannot focus at all.

There is a different coffee shop, literally, 1 block from our house. I don't like it at all - the coffee is bad and something about the feng shui (sp?) is really uncomfortable. But at least they play unobtrusive music. So it is always this crap shoot between walking here and getting stuck where I can't work at all or just being cautious and going to the closer coffee shop.

I guess I have to walk home eventually, anyway. Maybe next time I'll just turn around and walk to the other one.

Maybe I'll take a hint from Trouble and ride the bike to a coffee shop that I know I'll like that is open and I could still get home quickly if needed.