The Train of Thought

Herself's train of thought derails regularly over the summer. Offspring and pets and Beloved Husband all roam intermittently and frequently into the study where she is attempting to work, write, and escape, and also appear all over the house at odd hours, both early and late.  She cannot go downstairs to let ottoman-shaped dog out in the middle of the night without donning a bathrobe, lest she run into an Offspring; she cannot exercise on her elliptical without pets or people entering the room to investigate. They stand in the kitchen when she tries to cook. They hover. They stand on her square when she is at the computer. They need food, conversation, Stuff.

They are doing nothing wrong - they live here.  They are not being unduly difficult.  They are just omnipresent.

Alone Time:  where are you?  Come back to us. We miss you.

Picture copyright 2012, 2013, Mediocria Firma. Used with gratitude.