.is that I am thinking about beginning to think about packing.
I am not making much progress otherwise.
On Thursday morning, I’ll board a plane and head back to San Francisco. I’m going here:
Or some place near as similar at any rate. I haven’t planned much. That’s the whole point.
You won’t hear from me in the mean, but at least this the time the excuse is one marked by exploration, excitement, and any number of effusive other words beginning with the letter e. I won’t be gone long, really. Barely enough time for it to count. By Tuesday morning, I’ll be back in New York. Wednesday: back to a day filled with meetings. Still, it’s something. My hope is that getting away will still be just the thing. And, when I return, I’ll be refreshed, ready to share more recipes with you and tackle those long delayed projects. The very real ones, like cleaning out inboxes and closets and the metaphorical ones. And, my hope is that, maybe, just maybe, I’ll find that still space before leaning forward into the next crazy venture beneath the skies*.
My hope is that you’ll be here when I get back to writing regularly soon enough.
*ten points for you if you know the reference.