I wrote for four hours yesterday while Kyle was with his grandma, and Kara was at school. Our heater isn't working and it was cold and foggy outside (45 degrees F, which is positively frigid to a Californian), so I lit a fire in the wood stove, brewed some hot tea, grabbed my laptop, and parked myself in the recliner with my feet up. Talk about ideal writing conditions!
Today, Kyle has preschool so I should get in an hour-and-a-half, minimum. And I'll try for another hour at rest time.
I'm chugging right along and it feels great!