Exhausted.
Drove for seven hours, arrived only fifteen minutes before orientation, no time to change out of scruffy clothes before meeting instructor and classmates.
Dragged suitcases plus kitchen sink into a cabin at a 1950s-style motor court.
Foraged for food.
Prepared to fall into bed asap.
Picked up a novel, had to know how it ended, found out.
Turned out lights at 1:24 a.m.
Sat in class for five hours, writing, writing, writing.
Crashed in cabin, foraged again, crashed again.
Started on homework.
Homework. Honestly.
Who goes on retreat to do homework?
It’s been a pretty good two days.
Kathy Waller 
Sounds like a perfect time to me. Enjoy!
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Thanks. As you know by now, I enjoyed.
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And, this is fun?
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Definitely fun. In sort of a love-hate way.
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If I could type in green, I would. Jealous!
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So next year, pack your suitcase and come along.
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Sounds hectic! The word ‘retreat’ conjures up monasteries and plainchant to me!
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No monasteries, no plainchant. No rest for the wicked. Hectic is the right word.
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Are you in Big Bend. Awesome place to be in the spring. Not so sure about the summer. Stay cool, do your homework and have a great time.
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I didn’t get to Big Bend this time. But I did drive through Fort Davis and up to the McDonald Observatory. The temps were lower than in Austin–a pleasant surprise.
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Yay for you! Think of all the blog topics you’ll get out of this. 😉
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I’ve already gotten more than I expected. I had no idea seeing new territory would help so much.
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