RESTLESS TIMES

So as therapy goes, I'm not so sure how successful this writing thing is, As the Situation handler, I seem to have accumulated too many situations to handle. Every time I sit down to write something I find that over sharing is too easy to do.
It may be the changing of the seasons but I feel soooo restless. Last weekend, my car never left the driveway and I got in some extra hours of snooze time. I didn't even cook a meal and for those of you who know me well know that's not like me at all.
I day dream about a long walk on the beach and the smell and taste of the salty ocean air, and I dream at night of hitting the lottery and taking care of all my financial woes. Dreams are a good thing.
I can't wait to get away for a weekend to camp. We have wonderful hearty breakfasts. The guys do most of the cooking and I can have a long afternoon nap. I sit with my feet up with a favorite magazine or book. No internet, no cell phone (unless you stand on your head pointing in a specific direction and hold your head just right), no cable or satellite TV. The guys usually work their butts off, then we all watch a movie or hit the hay. A roasted marshmallow or hot dog sounds pretty good to me right now.