You only think I’m here.  I’m not at my laptop writing, either.  I’m actually on my way to Port Aransas.  Shhhhh, don’t tell anyone.  I want people to think I’ve chained myself to my computer and that’s why I’m not answering the phone, but in reality, by late this afternoon I’ll be kicked back in a lounge chair, an ice cold drink in one hand, and a fishing pole in the other.  I don’t even care if I catch a fish.  I just want to watch the dolphins as they swim past and the seagulls flying by.  Now that’s the life.

We’ve moved up in the world.  Not because we have more money, but because we decided we were too damn old to sleep in a tent on an air mattress.  Especially when the bathroom was at the ranger station.  That was so not cool. 

We discovered we could rent a cabin for about $25 more a day than our tent space cost.  It has a bathroom, and a real bed, and a small kitchenette, and air conditioning and heat.  Did I mention it has a bathroom?  No more jogging at 5am to get to the ranger station where the bathroom was located–up two flights of stairs.  Have you ever tried jogging with your legs crossed?  Yeah, right, and then try explaining to the ranger that you are not drunk or on drugs. 

I am taking my laptop with me, though.  I don’t want to lose my story and that’s so easy to do when I start getting into it and then leave it for a few days.  Besides, I want to see what happens next.  My characters make me work to find out all these things.   Okay, y’all be good while I’m gone….er….working.

Hugs,

Karen