Okay, I’ve survived a month of house guests (hi! very nice house guests!), home renovation, a new back yard construction project dreamed up by my wife and her dad, children who want to stay up all night “writing” (read, playing computer games), and a new, incomprehensible passion of my wife for somehow finagling a way to buy as “investment property” a house that’s laid out like something between Hogwarts and the Crooked House built by the Crooked Man. I have somehow managed to keep my sanity, though you could safely say that I haven’t gotten very much writing done during this time. But now…
Now, my daughter announces that she’s found a way to get free bagpipe lessons, and she wants to get on board. Bagpipe lessons!
That’s it. I can take no more. I’m acting on my long-standing threat.
I’m moving to a hotel—and I’m taking the cat.