I have been a bit here, there, and everywhere and somehow home is the hardest place to be at the moment. It's so wonderful to be with friends and put 'real life' behind, but unfortunately you always have to come back to it... I was thinking about my blog 'intro' the other day--Cate's Closet, bringing out what's hidden, etc etc, and I guess that's been the story of my life lately. Figuring out what fantasy and what's 'real.' I never would have thought the things I believed were 'real' weren't, and that my life has been such a 'fantasy.' It still blows my mind. But I'm here, and I must deal with it for now...

It's been a tough day, but I'm holding my own, and since the weather was perfect, I managed to take a long walk, get some work done, and still have time for my favorite time of day, happy hour on my screened-in back porch. Peace lives there, at least.

Tomorrow I have guests coming in for 3 nights, and I'm waiting to find out if the Writer's Retreat will 'make' this weekend or not. Either way, I'm having friends over on Sunday, which should be nice for a change of pace. Still, sometimes I wonder if life will ever really feel 'happy' again. I'm not sure how to explain it, but happiness and peace seem somehow mutually exclusive at the moment. And peace seems to be the best I can hope for, most days. Maybe someday that will change, but not today, I'm afraid. Thank God for the friends who buoy me up.