I get that. Sometimes I would stop at the Starbucks that's between t's house and mine and have a chai tea and think. A lot more often I would do some speed-deep-thinking on the drive home and then when I got home, go straight to my computer and write notes from my session. It's usually not a problem with my h because if he's home, he's watching tv, and when he's watching tv, the rest of the world pretty much ceases to exist unless we talk to him first....