(photo: The cabin loft looking into the bedroom, early morning, Labor Day weekend)
Writer’s flood is a blessing and a curse. But mostly a blessing.
Rarely, like today, is it a curse.
- Still have a million observations from the Labor Day fraternity reunion in the North Carolina mountains.
- Heading ‘home’ to Spring Grove, Pennsylvania tomorrow to see family.
- The logistics of an imminent life change are also flooding the idea generator.
A bountiful midlife harvest?