My robe against the damp cool morning. Oatmeal bread around butter. A shower around my naked body, a towel, then jeans and shirt. Studying until I click on "Start." Framing until it is picked up. Grocery shopping for the week for him who will hopefully miss me.
Packing books and pencils, cash for coffee. Tomorrow, I am off for long days and late nights. Wishing Dell weren’t overweight, wishing I could take him with me. My writing buddy, plugged into walls and me for six months and wondering why I wouldn’t bring him to the writers conference. He’s just too heavy to lug along twelve hours straight.
Anticipation, excitement building, but first the wrapping up of the non-writing part of life.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
I hope you have a marvelous time. Sounds like a wonderful week in June. Next year, maybe I’ll join you!