I’ve found a new opportunity for silent, uninterrupted writing. The allergist. Alright so mostly uninterrupted. But come on, they come into the room once every thirty minutes, give me two shots and then leave me in a silent exam room with my laptop. What could be better?

What has my life come to when I am excited by 2+ hour appointments for allergy shots because I won’t have kids climbing me and a bird perched on my head while I try to write. Yes, you read that right. My bird perches on my head and it drives me crazy. He gets his little talons all twisted in my hair and then screams at me like it’s my fault.

Ok well, I’m already two cycles of shots in. I’ve only got another hour of this solitude, so back to work.