Just how do writers avoid writing?

We all have our little ways. When we're up in our cabin a mile up a dirt road, and the rain is coming down and coming down and coming down, and a tree has fallen on the power line and knocked it down, sparking and fizzling onto the road, and we can't get out anyway....

There is always water trying to go where we don't want it to go. Hence: Tom and I suit up, grab shovels and rakes, and head out. Penny-the-dog comes with us, blinking and shaking madly.