Yes, the rumors are true–the Butcher ate the last of the apple pie. I can’t blame him, though. It was delicious. Still, I am sad that I didn’t get to eat the last of the pie. On the other hand, I must say that, when you just use store-brought crust, making apple pie is embarrassingly easy-peasy.
But I was hoping to get to the first version of the story of how the old woman becomes a flock of birds this evening, and I can’t write when he’s watching TV. I just can’t get in the right vibe.
Good thing Extended Family Dinner is tomorrow night. The Butcher is considered an extended family member of his friends who live over at the next major road out of town, so he goes over and eats delicious food. And I have time to write!!!
Tiny Cat Pants 
Have you tried writing while wearing earphones? Either non-intrusive music or quiet “white noise” (truly random static or “babbling brook” sounds) might block the sound of the idiot box. I find that the big “muff” style work better than the in-the-ear buds, but I don’t know why that is.