Gone, gone

It’s that time of year again. I’m out in search of my head. I usually find it on a mountain in Western North Carolina, so that’s where I’m going tomorrow.

It was this time last year my life took the first in a series of amazing and sometimes confounding turns. On the way home from my mountain trip, I learned my dad was in the hospital.

I’d been intending to write up something about that here, but kept avoiding it, because I often write at work (sssshhh) and when I write about that story I tend to get a little misty-eyed.

I was writing an “I’m away” message on the other blog I write for and found myself on the subject. Before I knew it, I basically wrote what I was going to write here.

So, head over there and read it, if you like.

Until then, I’m going to be on a mountain, listening to music, sitting in a camping chair, and sipping on something relaxing.

Go hug the people that love you. I’ll be back next week.