Not in the usual sense for me today, though. I had 4 ladies here and another teacher for a writers' retreat. It went pretty well, I thought. The topic was writing as therapy and writing memoir. Everyone seemed to enjoy it; had a nice lunch and some good conversation; made some new friends. A good day. It had snowed in Sedalia where the other teacher had to drive from, but it was pretty dry here until later, and luckily all the participants were local. I couldn't help but wonder how the Jameson ladies would have felt about our gathering in the parlor...as they must have gathered in the past...

After all this, I'm ready to get back to my writing--had forgotten how important it is in easing stress and for venting, but most of the ladies here also journal and really testified to that fact. I don't know why I'm so irregular about it--guess life just gets busy. But I have a free night, so I'm going to put in some time with it!

Otherwise, I only have the 2 guests left tonight, then tomorrow I'll need to work on a bit of cleaning and get ready for the potluck. I'd love to get to the Y, but not sure if that will happen or not. I haven't been in a while, so I could really use the workout, a stress reducer in its own right.

On another note, I did finish all the input on my books tonight, and now just need to gather everything for the accountant. I have to say (modestly) that I'm proud of myself. I've had to deal with a lot, to learn a lot, to manage a lot, and I think I've done pretty well. I'm feeling more confident--at least today anyway! There are certain 'mind paths' I can't go down, but when I don't, I see this--all is a blank canvas, but I am well. Not a bad way to be.

Tomorrow night I'm having a potluck, and the house will be full of laughter. That will be good, too.