Hi. I got back from my mini solo tour gone awry. I was feeling ok about not going to Wisconsin. I was already planning another trip to visit my sister and my son in September. I had a wedding to attend so I had already had it on my calendar. No big deal. But -- I came home. Most of my friends had left town. Even those that don't go north for the Summer were gone for a few weeks. I went a whole week without a social dinner... well, almost a whole week. And for me that is something. I felt funny. I started questioning all my life choices. Do I want to move? Do I want to get a trailer and travel the country? Do I still want to write and publish books? Am I really any good or are my friends just being nice? Maybe I should get a REAL job with a pay check. If so, then I will have to move, right? Since there are no jobs that pay in Citrus County, Florida. Maybe I need a house-mate to share this big space with me. Wa wa wa... I felt tears in me, wanting to get out.