I’ve planned all week to spend this afternoon making a new outfit to go dancing in tonight, but now that I’m here I just don’t feel like sewing. I think I used up this week’s budget of making-stuff energy on the laserfingers. But that’s okay; I could stand to spend a few hours puttering around, washing dishes and running laundry.

What I’d really like to do is get in a nice little convertible, fold the top down, put on some big goggles and a scarf, and head east into the mountains. It’s a cold blue day, with a sharp edge in the air that says get out and breathe.