I started writing today's lil' essay a few minutes ago.

The lock on my home office door is broken, though, and it took my daughter about 3 seconds to rip it open. My son followed on her heels with two "ice cream cones."

I was in the middle of telling them that "when the door is closed, I'm working," but then I realized that I'm just writing a tiny little essay for practice, and that even though practice is important, it's certainly not the most important. So I'm dashing this off in two minutes while they bang the chair behind me.

Excuse my brevity.