I have every intention of getting some work done on this vacation but it is Tuesday afternoon and I can’t bring myself to pick up the phone. Elisa has gotten sick and is upstairs sleeping. Everyone else has left for the afternoon to  swim in a secret pond. Now would be a good time. The house is quiet. Maybe too quiet.

Maybe I should wait until after I sit in the sun for a few minutes with lemonade and my book.

Do you see what I’m up against?