I've had lots of ideas lately, and few opportunities to write. I've been sitting at the reception desk all week. This provides plenty of time for browsing, but not enough time to concentrate on writing. Folks come in here in bursts, and you're never quite sure when that 10-calls-at-once rush is going to happen.
Earlier this week, I found out that my mother is leaving hubby number three. They've been married almost eleven years. Frankly... It's about time. Most of her happiness in those years has been when she doesn't have anything to do with him. I have been uncomfortable around him for a while, myself. For a few years, I have done what I can to not be alone with him for long. That is, perhaps, a story for another day. At any rate, I am happy for her.
I'm also happy to have my own desk back, where the phones are silent and I can close the door if I don't want to talk to anyone.