Thank goodness! 

At the stroke of 12:00 p.m., I am out the door. Cruising to Target, dashing off for tomatoes, strolling through the park or people watching downtown.  Maybe I’ll take a trek to the Asian foods store for some purple potatoes and Hi-Chew, or fill the perfect fizzy Coke Zero at my neighborhood 7-11.  The possibilities go on forever. But alas,  a single hour of freedom does not.