Before dawn tomorrow, my husband leaves for the airport in NYC, stopover in Istanbul, and then his goal, the Kyrgyzstan Himalayas. Snow leopards! Ibex! Nights sleeping in a yurt.
All this means I shall be quite busy. No doubt I shall be a.) worrying about my man, who has entirely too many interests and hobbies that he pursues with great and sometimes distant vigor and b.) being a temporary single mom.
And I shall be c.) working on books and more. Soon I must finish up details on several manuscripts and write some essays and also read some books for promised blurbing... Winter in the North is a good time and place for a Southerner to get a lot of work done, with the snow snuggled up to the door and the fire snapping on the hearth.