I had a nice few days up in the mountains. The weather was perfect until the day we left, when a rainstorm hit as we were leaving. We did nothing but walk the dogs, read on the deck, play Scrabble and eat. My mind dropped down about ten levels. I was in luck, too, because my mysteries were riveting, and I lost myself in the best sense. I really do relax at the cabin, despite the dogs acting up at night and getting spooked and wanted to be fed at dawn. Perhaps I don't sleep nearly as well up there, but my whole body just flops. I'm a great believer in flopping.
So now I get to see my foster granddaughter's baby sister today, and plan a trip up north to see our son, and work on getting both granddaughters' scrapbooks for art and the ordinary stuff of daily life. I like that as well as getting away, and finding the balance is the trick, isn't it?
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