All my writing friends are preparing to go to the Pennwriters Conference while I, sadly, will miss it this year.  Since it is in Pittsburgh and The Curmudgeon is still having the occasional seizure, I don’t feel comfortable going that far away for four days.

     Oh darn, no baskets for me this year.

     However, I am truly going to miss my vacation this year.  Those four days were my decompression days.  The only time I get a break from being a caregiver for an entire year.

     I’d kill for four days of indulging myself.  Four days of not having to figure out what to make for dinner, cooking it, and then washing dishes.  Four days of not having two dogs and The Curmudgeon depending on me for everything.

     Hey, my Pennwriter friends, if you think I am nuts each year, imagine how I’ll be next year without my break this year.  Hehehehe!

     You all have a good one!