I am a creature of the family familiar.
Sometimes, the family leaves for a trip for the San Juan islands and I catch up later, because they have the time off, but I am at work on Friday.
So there I am after work.
In a quiet house.
Two angry cats.
And me, waiting for the next day so I can catch the ferry and join them.
Sounds like a recipe to get quality writing time in?
It just sucks.
I wish there was a local church that offered Friday services. Then I could go and sing, rather than play the piano and sulk.