I looked up to see three people bike past in identical cycling jerseys that matched mine. I welcomed the excuse to snatch up my things and leap up out of the spider-filled grass, leaving my blog post lonely, neglected, and unfinished yet again - at least until late in the night when the rest of the world's distractions, whether they be bugs, chores, dinner, unpacking, or impromptu team haircuts, had died down and gone to bed. Sometimes I wonder why I'm most productive after 9 pm, late into the night. Sometimes I wonder why I can't direct my train of thought to daylight. Sleep deprivation makes me more easily distracted, but the only time I can really focus in the first place is when I should be sleeping, long after the distractions of the world are asleep or buzzing and crawling around so e other poor person trying to focus.