So much for do not disturb signs as a way to protect my writing time. My son came in and pointed and laughed at the sign as he left, and my mother came in three times to tell me when she was going grocery shopping, what she needed, and maybe something about the weather.
Nary a drop of blood anywhere even.
Poor writer self. *plays world’s smallest violin for self* And plans on waking up early whilst they sleep soundly in their beds.