Packing.

Loading.

Planning.

Fretting.

Rearranging plans.

It’s that time of spring again. The time where Eric and I load up dogs, horses, too much of our crap, and ourselves, and head north to Snowheresville, WY.

Meanwhile, Maggie has been kicking tail (Live Wire, Sick Puppy, and Dead Pile), and I’m approaching my do-or-die date to buckle done to write my next trilogy. Kitty is healed enough to make the journey. We have our replacement truck and have tested it out with our trailer. Eric is feeling better every day after his concussion. And I got my hair highlighted and did my annual ta-ta smashing.

How could I week with so little “work” end up being so much, well, work?

Wish us Godspeed and good fortune on our 24  hours on the road…

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