I’m going to have to take down my writing tent in six days and I’m already well aware of time leaking away from me. Today I’ve had trouble focusing, though a lot can be accomplished in six days, because I’m thinking of all I want and need to do once I get home.

I need to make changes in my life. Big changes. To fix some things that are broken.

I shouldn’t be thinking about this stuff now, but I can’t help it. Life doesn’t come to a halt when you’re away… it’s running on ahead and in six days I’ll have to find a way to catch up.

In the meantime, I’m working on a new chapter inspired by being up here, I may have been stalked by a giant owl and/or a bear or possibly a cougar last night, and a delicious cupcake arrived on my doorstep around noon and was devoured without restraint by one o’clock. Real life feels far, far away.