I'm back from the Rainforest Writers Retreat. I've gone for the last 7 years. I didn't think I'd make it this year. It was a last minute decision. It was the right one. I need my yearly solo time away. It's something my mom and dad taught me. Only, instead of dad going fishing, it's me going writing. Couples need small breaks to be by themselves. I miss the Husband. (And the cats) A lot. But I appreciate him (and them) that much more when I get home.