The hard bit of going on retreat is gettng going.
So far:
- My knitting and crochet projects are in a bag by the door
- There is a small bag of groceries with it containing Turkish Delight bars (currency) a couple of bottles of tonic, half a block of Raspberry Milky Bar (writing prompt), decaffeinated coffee pods (because nobody considers we uncaffeinated coffee warriors) and a keep cup.
- The gin is in that bag too.
- I've taken a RAT test. It was negative.
- [p------------ (Lucifer says hello)
- My bag is packed. I have my toothbrush, hairbrush, my book which needs to be read by Tuesday night, a sarong for Sunday morning - it acts as a towel. I also have ugg boots, jeans, pyjamas... I've overpacked. I always overpack. Ho hum.
- The cat carrier sits next to the bag at the ready.
- Lucifer is going to stay with Aunty Blarney for the next three days. He will spend most of that time in a cupboard. His choice. Blarney and Barney want to love him. He relishes the role of fickle prick.
The hard bit will be getting the fickle prick into his carrier. I have to do this in about 20 minutes.
Then once he's dropped off, it's the long drive to Colac to have lunch with a friend, before making the last leg down to Apollo Bay.
I'm looking forward to the fellowship - if that's what you call it and the restorative nature these retreats impart.
I'm looking forward to being just me again.
Time to pack the car.
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