Fragments From Floyd

Nada. I got nothin. I don't seem to be able to focus on my thoughts and words this morning. Maybe it's daylight savings demise and the fact that the dog is still on the old time--he got us up at quarter til 3, EST... right on time by his clock at the old quarter til 4.

But it's more than that. I'm just distracted by the fact that a week from today I'll need to have an act in gear that is distinctly spinning in neutral at this moment. A week from today, my truck will contain everything I need to write, hike, photograph, play music, stay reasonably clean and clothed, sleep, read and so on and so forth. I'll have more to say about where I'm going and what I'll be doing there-- although honestly I don't really know exactly what I'll be doing there.

Seemed like a good idea to sign up for something like this back in the summer when I was full of enthusiasm after the Highland Conference on Appalachian Writing and Writers. I determined to be involved with another meeting of that inspirational sort again, and found this workshop in November. "Sure, go on, I'll be fine" said Ann.

She didn't care that the woodstove would have to be tended every day before work and she'd be scraping ice off her car in the dark. At that time, we didn't know we would be bringing up a puppy and that the time he would have to spend alone inside in my November absence would push his bladder tolerance to the max. She will have to feed and walk Tsuga a hour before daylight while I am away.

So. This week I will be distracted with this glorified camping trip I'll be embarking on. And the following week I'll be blogging intermittently (I hope) from the nearby community college library. It may be a little chaotic around Fragments for a while. I'm feeling both guilty and excited about my trip but more than a little unsettled and scattered in the current moment. Maybe later today the fog will clear. And maybe a nap will help. Already been up three hours and it's not even six o'clock (that's five o'clock dog daylight savings time.)

AMENDMENDED: Okay you knuckleheads! Guess you're letting me know what a poor job I did in my chronlogy of events in the post above. This week I'm just distracted about my trip. NEXT WEEK I'll be actually gone from home. Don't turn off the Fragments Channel quite yet. 'kay? And by all means, you'll hear about it. I'd love to be able to blog from the place, but don't think that's going to work out. Rustic and DSL just don't go together. Unless you live on Goose Creek. :-}