Waiting for Spring
We’re on to the next phase of drilling. The rig is up. The
good news is I can’t see it from the house. It’s just over the hill far enough
to be blocked from view. I can, however, hear machinery when I step outside. No
big deal. Hopefully the bulk of the noise will be done by the time open-window
weather arrives. 
Speaking of which…
I have spring fever. Yes, it’s been an incredibly mild
winter. I haven’t bemoaned my loathing for the season even once. That has to be
a first. Today is gray and chilly. No snow, but no hint of spring either. Still
I have the fever. 
Either that or I just want to run away from home. 
I thought life would be a little less stressful now that Hubby
has a new job. Not so. Without going into details, let’s just say I need a
vacation. 
A real vacation isn’t in the cards. Hasn’t been for the last
three years or so. Our measly vacation budget is used up on the annual rental
for our camp in Confluence. And that’s okay. I just have to hang on until mid
April. 
I do have a few other trips planned. Working vacations, I
guess you could call them. First is the Pennwriters Conference, May 18 -20 in Lancaster 
Then there’s the biggie. Bouchercon! I’m really stoked about
this one. I haven’t been to a Bouchercon since it was in Baltimore Cleveland 
The weekend after that is our Sisters in Crime Writing
Retreat. The incredible Susan Meier has agreed to be our guest this year. I
think I failed to warn her about our history though. Floods. Breaking andentering. Never a dull moment.
But for today, I’m just looking out a dull gray skies and a
bleak, colorless landscape. Come on, SPRING!
 
 
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