I jumped about a foot in the air when my muse popped into the room and said, “When are you going to sit down at your computer and do some real work?” 

     I’d been writing a list of things I needed to do over at the MIL’s house.  Once my heart settled down to its normal rhythm I replied, “I wish I knew.” 

     “You need to stop agonizing over that house, take some time for you, and WRITE and I don’t mean lists!”

     “I agree but if G and I don’t do it it’ll never get done.”

     She leaned against the doorway, folded her arms across her chest, and said, “Sunday is Easter.  You and G aren’t going over there.  It would be a good time for you to make an effort.”

     “It could work if DH and the dogs leave me alone long enough.”

     “Maybe he’ll take a long nap?  Go to bed early that night?”

     “I can hope.”