... or it would be, if Alice and the cats were here too. I've escaped for a few days of being a hermit and writing. If that sounds idyllic, remember that such escapes are frequently born from complete and utter panic at writing deadlines. And if I work well to deadlines, normally, that ability is canceled out by panic. So here I am, in complete New Mexican quiet, planning on getting up early, and putting fingers to keyboard at dawn.