Is bound to be the very next phase.

But what if it’s not?

What will we do then?

Answer: Get outta town.

Which is precisely what I’m doing…

Thursday, May 17

I’m going on the S.A.N.D. retreat this weekend. Just the boys, 25lbs of meat, nature, and a lot of fire.

It’ll be just what the doctor ordered.

I am fairly certain that there’s not cell service up there, so good luck getting ahold of me.

Also, I’m not telling you where I’m going. To further complicate getting ahold of me.

That’s kind of the point of a retreat.

Yesterday was strange.

I did a surprising amount of incredibly frustrating technical support in which nothing was resolved. Only further complications were obtained. Yay.

I can tell my meds are working because I didn’t punch a single piece of technology. I didn’t even have the desire to. Yay.

I also prepped for the retreat. Buying supplies and packing, as seen above, and other small chores like watering the plants.

I ran a bunch of work errands, too.

My bees have been delayed a week due to weather, so I’m not even worrying about them until next week.

Did I ever share the Rev. Dark Wombat’s second smashy smash video with you? I must’ve dreamt that I did.

Okay. I’ve got to go workout now.

Then I’m going to work.

Then I’m leaving for my retreat.

See ya’ on Monday.

More soon. ~SC