The knocking started just as I slipped into my creativity mode.
I had to stop and look up, “Yes?”
He kept talking. On and on. Finally, he left. Back to the task at hand.
Brrrrring. The damn phone.
All I heard was, “We must…”
We must. We should. We always do. The words I’ve grown to cringe at.
Back to the task at hand, ah, where was I?