I’ve always liked caves. And for the past few months, I truly have been in a cave of my own making. As a writer/artist/rancher–these are somewhat solitary vocations. While I haven’t been truly alone, I keep at least one dog by me, I’m seldom interact with other people until forced out.
I recognize the signs of cave-itis–I don’t want to swap my sleeveless stained t-shirt, totally worn soft elastic waist shorts, and pony tail–for clothes that are ‘being seen in public not appearing in The People of Wal Mart!’ I would rather sweat in my studio than shop for groceries. Not even the lure of going out to eat can sway me to leave Twisted Creek.
But…I have some terrific friends who refuse to allow me to say no. I’m so lucky and blessed. Last night we gathered at J & C’s for a fantastic fish fry and desserts that were calorie worthy. Being able to reconnect with my racing family–thanks, Sonja!– made this Labor Day weekend special!