I swear to you I cannot seem to get two hours where I can just sit and write without ANY interruptions and it's REALLY beginning to annoy me. You'd think on a Sunday that would not be a problem. But this morning, I cleaned up yesterday's pages, then printed them out, then took them to Staples to get copied, then brought the pages to muse Margaret, then came home to write, then got a call reminding me there is a partay to go to at three, which I'd totally forgotten about, then I had to finish packaging some orders, fill out bloody customs forms, put postage on the packages, and now I'll have to shave and get ready for the partay and THEN, maybe when I return at four-ish, I'll be able to actually write a few pages before I toddle off to the dinner partay.