The feeling gnaws within me.
Get out! Go somewhere!
How long has it been? Months — too many of them.
Plans have been made. Modified. Finalized. We leave Thursday morning. We’ll be back in our own homes Sunday night.
Calculate the changes of clothes. Take a dress for the formal dinner. Remember the toiletries! Suitcase. Computer. Purse with money.
It’s only five hours away on the highway. Two full days among like-minded people. Attending workshops. Having new experiences. Celebrating contest winners.
Report on the scratching of my winter itch and writer’s conference in this space soon. A person just never knows what they will see or experience on a weekend get-away.
