The limo came and picked him up.

Within five minutes she had placed three new orders of fabric from Etsy.

Hours were spent searching for that “perfect” quilt, but to no avail.

She’s stumbled over 30 blogs by now, 13 tabs overlap each other at the top of the page, her nose a mere 12 inches from the screen.

She blinks for the first time in 55 seconds only because the mouse has stopped clicking.  The clicker no longer works.

The clock reads 7:45 and she realizes she hasn’t eaten or drunk since lunch.

She “makes” dinner:

One bite is all she can muster.  Next time she will buy all beef franks.

She heads to the gym so she is no longer alone.