I’m escaping, running away, casting off the chains that bind me.

I know what you’re thinking:  She is so dramatic.

Well…yes.

It is Saturday and the book isn’t finished, but if I sit at this desk for another fourteen hours I’m going to expire.  Really.  I’m going to stab myself with an emery board and crawl under my desk with a pillow and blanket.   So I’m meeting a girlfriend for lunch and a “let’s catch up on the last four months” conversation.  I’m going to the local quilt store for a “let’s see what’s new in the past eighteen months since I’ve been to a quilt store”.

I may even—gasp—-buy some fabric.  Just for fun.  Just because it’s there and I’m there and the book is almost done.

Later this afternoon Nebraska plays Michigan, so I will sit on the couch with Banjo Man and make sure he doesn’t have some kind of nervous attack while watching the game.

And then I will go back into my office…because the book is almost done.  Almost.