It is 7:57 on a Wednesday morning. What are you doing? What would your characters be doing?
Me, I'm cruising the Internet.
My characters? Well, one of them has been up for hours getting breakfast ready for the Alfheimers she works for. Another is still asleep in her aunt's house, sharing a room with a baby and a snotty tween, dreaming about baseball. And another is locked up in a guest bedroom with a husband she hates waiting to be set free.