and there aren't many rooms I can sit in where the cats won't harass me. I usually end up in the craft room, which is by turns also a storage room, and a guest room. The trouble in there is that it's really cluttered, even when the floors and surfaces are clear. The shelves are just crammed with books and crafting supplies and stuff of all kinds. No matter which way I face when sitting, I always end up staring at a bunch of books on topics I find really interesting. I thought "I should really put a curtain in front of that shelf so I can have a blank space to look at." But it occurred to me that gazing on those books and staying focused until the words loose their meaning and they stop distracting me is kind of a useful exercise. It's sort of a metaphor for my life. There's never going to be a place where there's nothing around to distract me. I have to learn to be steady and mindful even in the middle of chaos.
Then I realized I was having thoughts (damn it!) so I brought my attention back to my breath.
I will probably end up putting up a curtain.