Saturday, August 29, 2009


Imagine sitting at your desk writing. The room is quiet except for some soft jazz or classical musical playing the background. A large glass of iced tea nearby and your hand literally flying down the page or typing on the laptop when suddenly you hear this terrible pounding on the door demanding that it be opened to admit...the children. You know, it is really difficult to regain your concentration when the children somehow gain entrance to your sanctuary and insist on time to give you a play-by-play of their day.


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