There is nothing I love more than a quiet house all to myself. I enjoy sitting with my feet up, a book in front of me, a cup of hot tea on the table beside me, and nobody calling my name. I often wish for more times like these, but the truth is if I didn’t have the daily distractions, delivered in a near-constant dose, I would get nothing done. I think it’s because when I’m surrounded by others, who have their own agendas, I force myself to focus. I know it’s crazy, but I get more done on the days when craziness abounds.