I am counting the hours until the Pennwriters Conference.  I picked out sessions that I want to attend.  I’ve begun packing.  My snack stash is ready.  Business cards are printed, as are envelopes for housekeeping tips, and manuscripts I will work on are ready to print.  I have lists to go over as I load my stuff into my roommate’s car so I don’t forget anything.  It’s only Monday and I KNOW the next few days will crawl by.

     Isn’t it Thursday? 

     I pity my roommate since I know I’m going to be that child in the car who says, “Are we there yet?”

     I hope no one warns her.  Last time she did mention duct tape…