In Ways of Escape, Graham Greene said, "“Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose, or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in a human situation.”
A couple of days ago, we ran up to the mountains. Asheville and Waynesville are just a hop, skip and a jump north. We breathed in mountain air. We stayed at the 1889 WhiteGate Inn, where rooms are named after great American writers. We spent the night in the Carl Sandburg Suite, but could have stayed in the Emily Dickenson suite, the Walt Whitman suite or one of several others. We shopped around for trinkets and for retirement property.
Today, I'm more tired in some ways, but in others I'm ready to go.
Be good to yourself. Get away.