I'll admit it. I'm addicted to my laptop. If I don't check my email for a couple of days, I get twitchy. (Could be the knowledge that I'll have to wade through 17 Nigerian scam letters, 25 luxury watch sales pitches, and a disturbing full-graphics HTML mail for a product called the "flesh light" when I return.) Still, I'm looking forward to the challenge of spending six days in the woods in my parents' cabin, where Internet access doesn't exist. It will be good for me!
It's not as if I'll be going to spend the week in a pup tent with only MREs, mind. My parents have taken this very primitive cabin and turned it into quite a retreat, complete with full kitchen, shower, and a brand-new deck overlooking the lake-ette (some would call it a pond). We sleep in a fifth-wheel trailer inherited from my grandparents, who were obviously possessed of butts considerably smaller than mine.
Last year when we went up, we played nightly rounds of various board and card games, leading to much angst from my brother, who does not like to lose and yet did so endlessly. As long as we can keep our parents away from the total cheater edition of Trivial Pursuit (Baby Boomer edition, get real!), I expect nothing different this year.
We will also visit Big Fork and see a show at the Playhouse, which is always good fun. It will be Connery's first musical. Since there will be pirates, I don't anticipate a problem.
Now all I have to do is write the damn piece I'm on deadline for today. Funny how I can overcome my writer's block long enough to blog.
Happy Fourth of July, all!