No messages. That was a good sign for a Saturday midmorning when she was on call. She focused on her tablet computer and the day’s to-do list that was getting longer by the minute. It wasn’t the length that was stymieing her. It was the next item up. Get kitten info to Michael. Like even thinking of him was a good idea. She shook her head, staring out the window at the horse barn and fenced pasture. The frosted white roll of the Wyoming plains spread out in a glittering, icy wonder. A powder-blue sky stretched from horizon to horizon and she wanted to be out in it, maybe rolling a snowball to toss at one of her sisters or riding her horse. But that wouldn’t get her to-do list whittled down. Work first, then play. “Hey,” Meg clamored through the doorway. “You busy?” “What does it look like?” She gestured to her computer. “Hey, don’t try the I’m-working excuse with me. I saw you staring out the window.”
