During the summer, other than early morning hours, it is hard for me to get any writing done because I'm interrupted by my 12 year old daughter for one reason or another. She's fairly independent but still requires attention, especially just when I am on a roll, completely immersed in writing a story or poem. Today she has a friend over and I am amazed at how much more I am accomplishing. The girls began with a slip and slide, then out came the soap and finally they found an inflatable chair that dulled the impact and took them a lot farther faster. I even managed to slip in a summer nap - one of those delicious face down snoozes across the chenille bedspread, with a breeze from the fan sweeping across my body. Of course I was awakened only 20 minutes into it. "Mom? Mom? Where are the potato chips?"