I always come back from retreat weekends feeling exhausted. I have no idea why – it’s not like we’re running around or doing anything physically exhausting. We sit around, read plays, and provide feedback to the playwrights. Now granted, we did 10 plays in three days (8 full-lengths, 2 one-acts), and 7 of those were done on Saturday, but there was still time for swimming and watching the meteor shower. And I wasn’t awake at any ungodly hours, so I just don’t get it.

It was gorgeous in the Berkshires this weekend – perfect weather in the daytime, chilly at night. It felt like fall is just around the corner, which was a welcome change from the heatwave here. I was wearing a heavy hoodie most of the weekend and was perfectly comfortable in it. Just lovely.

And I came back to a house where cats had not peed on things and were very glad to see me. That was also lovely. I wish it would happen more often.  In short, I am very relaxed, people.  This despite the fact that I am back at work this morning and so is my boss.  And that tomorrow I take Joe to the vet because he is small and getting older, and it’s been a while since he had a check up, so we might as well suck it up and go.  Tonight I will be able to go home and concentrate on nothing but vegging out with cats and knitting.  And perhaps some writing.  It is a good day.

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