Gone, gone
It's that time of year again. I'm out in search of my head. I usually find it on a mountain in Western North Carolina, so that's where I'm going tomorrow.
It was this time last year my life took the first in a series of amazing and sometimes confounding turns. On the way home from my mountain trip, I learned my dad was in the hospital.
I'd been intending to write up something about that here, but kept avoiding it, because I often write at work (sssshhh) and when I write about that story I tend to get a little misty-eyed.
I was writing an "I'm away" message on the other blog I write for and found myself on the subject. Before I knew it, I basically wrote what I was going to write here.
So, head over there and read it, if you like.
Until then, I'm going to be on a mountain, listening to music, sitting in a camping chair, and sipping on something relaxing.
Go hug the people that love you. I'll be back next week.
It's that time of year again. I'm out in search of my head. I usually find it on a mountain in Western North Carolina, so that's where I'm going tomorrow.
It was this time last year my life took the first in a series of amazing and sometimes confounding turns. On the way home from my mountain trip, I learned my dad was in the hospital.
I'd been intending to write up something about that here, but kept avoiding it, because I often write at work (sssshhh) and when I write about that story I tend to get a little misty-eyed.
I was writing an "I'm away" message on the other blog I write for and found myself on the subject. Before I knew it, I basically wrote what I was going to write here.
So, head over there and read it, if you like.
Until then, I'm going to be on a mountain, listening to music, sitting in a camping chair, and sipping on something relaxing.
Go hug the people that love you. I'll be back next week.
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