Between driving my children hither and yon, I make these secret escapes.
"I have to run an errand. I won't be gone long. I have my cell." I call as I head out the door.
Like a sixteen-year-old I am suddenly behind the wheel and free.
I was out and about yesterday at Nick Carter's on Main in Kansas City. He has loads of great stuff, but some particularly good lighting. I have my eye on a lamp that I just might have "forgotten" to post here.