My retreat wasn't long enough!

Bear with me, please. Real life is intruding. Somehow my house has exploded or something, and there just seems to be STUFF everywhere I look. It seems like every available flat surface has too much stuff on it. There are boxes everywhere. There are two kids preparing to go back to school. There are looming appointments I knew nothing about and the possibility of sudden overnight travel.

Glad I had my little retreat, but I wonder if they’ll take me back? This is madness.

Please bear with me. I do want to write, I do have stuff to share…but there is no living with all of this. Eek.