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You know the old adage, "If you want something done, ask a busy person?" I must have that plastered on my forehead. As many of you know, I recently got a part time job. It sort of fell into my lap and has possibilities for all sorts of good things, not the least of which is the project that I'm becoming involved in... which is where the time thing comes in. Next week, I'm going to be pretty MIA from everything: my life, my home, my family, probably my writing... everything. I'll be doing some computer training for this project I'm going to implement at the office. And I'm excited about it. But, trust me, I'll be glad when the training is over. I haven't worked full time since before I had kids, though I did have two part time jobs simultaneously that were over 40 hours per week, but one of them was while the kids were asleep, the other while they were at school. I was always there for them. And, of course, I wasn't published with deadlines and ...

I'm writing this from the balcony porch of the vacation condo we rented at Destin, Florida, for our family vacation (and a little research). Almost a week at the beach– sun, sand and sea breeze. What could be better to recharge the muse after a long gray winter? Except we hadn't driven more than fifteen or twenty miles from our house in Louisiana when I realized I'd never put my watch back on after my shower the morning we left home. At first I was a little panicked. (Just a little– it wasn't a huge disaster, but you do become dependent on certain devices.) I knew my husband had his watch, knew the condo would have clocks, knew if I really need it I could buy a cheap little plastic watch at Walmart. But you know what? I didn't miss my watch much at all. As we left the hustle and bustle of our tightly schedule and jam-packed lives behind, we eased into a week where time didn't matter. We slept until we wanted to get up, lingered over breakfast and watching the wa...