I am running away.
Seriously. I am awol for Sunday and Monday.
My good friend, HB, has offered me her empty house if I balance the chemicals in her pool and water a few plants. Works for me. Dumping a bottles of chlorine and muriatic acid into a pool and spritzing plants in exchange for some quiet writing time. Someone else will have to deal with swim team, water polo and music. Someone else will get to play with our out-of-town company. Someone else will have to give Dorothy the Dog her antibiotics.
For two solid days, I'm hanging out with a bookful of characters who need revising.