Flying Solo

It's a conspiracy. A handful of friends--the ones I spend most of my time with-- will all be gone this next week.


I'm excited.


I love being with people, love the energy, the synergy, the fun. I love to cook for them, and to make them laugh hysterically, and to sing to their guitars and to beat them at board games. But I also love alone time, and its been long enough that I almost don't remember what that means.


I say my goodbyes, already missing them, and sketch out my goals and visions for the upcoming week.