I am distracted from writing every day. These are normal, routine, distractions associated with the cost of living that everyone endures. I do not think I am alone in these distractions. I am sure everyone suffers from similar issues, so I follow the advice of one of my favorite comedians Kevin James when he says, "Don't sweat the small stuff."

I also have the added cost of being a Sailor. These distractions are also normal even if they are unique. These include things like standing watch, 24 hour duty sections, TAD, ship movement and any other number of Navy-oriented occurances that might serve to hinder my long term goals. Like before, these are not distractions I can avoid so I learn to work around them or with them. Hopefully some day I will learn to not let these distractions halt me in my tracks as they so often tend to do.

Of course, over the past couple of days I have found myself hit with distractions that not only stop me from writing, they stop me from everything else. These distractions are small but numerous and the babies live off poop while the adults feed on blood.

Yes, I have been hit with fleas in my home. They are everywhere now. On me. On my roommate. In our clothes. In our cars. My legs look like a minefield of flea bites. This is quite possibly one of the worst distractions a writer can face. I can't concentrate enough to write. Even this blog entry is challenging.

Hopefully by this evening, after the exterminator comes and everything I own has been sprayed or washed, then I will be free of the paranoia of fleas and disease. It really has been some crappy times dealing with this crap and I do not want to do it ever again.