Divisions and Precisions

Gone for the weekend

Getting ready, slowly but surely (my fingers insisted on typing 'surly', also maybe true) for the second annual Minions Writers Retreat. In about six hours, we'll be off on our way to glorious, beautiful... er, wherever it is that Mer's family's cabin is. (Actually, we'll probably be standing around waiting for whichever of us is running late six hours from now--not that I'm casting stones, they might be waiting for me.) Hey, I'm not the driver. Hopefully this year's driver won't try to kill us, intentionally or unintentionally (whoops!).

I have a list, an actual list, of things I need to get done between now and then. I discovered why I don't make to-do lists. They look intimidating as hell. Of course, I need only to stop and remember that almost everything on this particular to-do list will take me about five or ten minutes to do, tops.

So very bouncy about this. Expect to hear about much mayhem once I get back.