Tomorrow (Friday) morning Mr. E and I are heading up to Maine for the weekend to camp and work on our land. Hoping to get the footings dug and poured for my writing cabin. Is that too much to hope for? There is lots of other work to do too. The weather looks like it should be cooperative, though I imagine the bugs are out now.
I'm also planning on taking some time to just sit and write. Not sure what I'll write, poems, erotica, essays, maybe some notes for my novel. I won't be taking my computer. No power, no internet, no point.
Right now it'll be nice to be up there and have some "quiet." Yeah, there are roads and neighbors, but they're not right on top of us. And I don't feel quite as conflicted about leaving my son behind (he usually fends for himself when we go up) because his older sister is home from college (with car to go to grocery store). My only regret is it's only till Sunday.
In the meantime, this blog will be quiet. Maybe sitting by the stream soaking its tootsies.