I haven’t written much for the last couple of weeks, and I’m sorry about that. But I have been working my butt off trying to get everything caught up and ahead because I knew I was going to be gone for a week. I have been stocking up mom’s freezer with easy to prepare meals, working in the yard getting stuff ready for spring, and killing myself at work making sure everything was caught up from my boss.
Sometimes I wonder if it’s worth it. I know I’m going to kill myself before vacation getting things ready, and then I’m gonna have to kill myself afterwards to get things caught back up.
But right now, at 9 AM, as I lie in bed with no demands, no plans, just vague ideas of going to the pool, sitting in the hot tub, taking an hour long whirlpool bath, and eating lots of good food, well yeah, it’s worth it.
I hope when I get back home I can get back into the groove of writing regularly. I enjoy it more than I ever thought I would, and I miss it when I don’t get to.