I need a few minutes. It doesn’t matter where I am or who I’m with; if I don’t get a few minutes to myself every day, I start to feel trapped. I’ve noticed it at home, at work, on vacation – the circumstances don’t seem to matter. It doesn’t matter what I do, either. A few minutes with no demands on my time or attention is usually enough. And I’m getting it right now. John VII is sitting at the kitchen table with the instruction manual for his new TV, John VIII is in the chair with a book, Tom is sitting on the dog bed with a beer (he was sitting next to the dog, but she seems to have abandoned him), and Emily, Molly, Pat, and Tania are upstairs. I’m at the kitchen counter. Music is playing, everyone is occupied, and the house is peaceful.
We’ll see how long it lasts. 🙂