But only for a week.
Tomorrow I leave for our annual retreat week, and this time I'll actually be gone for a whole week. We will have a laptop with us and Internet access, but I didn't enjoy it last year, the first time we'd been able to communicate with the outside world. It's not very retreaty if you're checking your e-mail, trying to keep up with or even catch up on your blog reading, and blogging, too. I'll probably blog on Wednesday to remind everyone that they need to get their birthday wishes in for Ethan Allen. Otherwise, I'm reading, working out, cross-country skiing, snowshoeing, and eating.
I'm not bringing any kids' books with me, either. I'm feeling a little shaky about that, but this is a retreat. I'm supposed to be retreating from my daily life. And I will be working on the 365 Story Project, which, by the way, I'm two days behind on because of all the chatting I've been doing with those brilliant creative writing students in Vermont and all the ice I've been dealing with here in central Connecticut this past week.
So I'm signing off for a while.