Not permanently. At least, not unless something dire happens and I take this weekend to build my 12×12-foot shack in the woods and start that manifesto novel I’ve been threatening to write.

Tomorrow I’m running away with Summer and Julie and some other gals I haven’t met for a weekend at a cabin in the woods. And by “cabin” I mean an awesome new housing unit in the wine country complete with indoor plumbing, individual beds, satellite, full kitchen and did I mention indoor plumbing?  And the wine? I swear, if it was economically feasible, I’d be in the truck right now, driving to the “cabin” even if that meant sleeping in the truck tonight.

I’m in dire need of running away from real life for a few days. Eighteen hours to go.

In an attempt to relax, I’m leaving my laptop at home. No computer. Sure, I’m taking my iPod, camera, phone, and will be enjoying the luxury of Julie’s GPS to get us to the woods. But no computer. I don’t even know if I’d have access, anyway, but it seems like a good time to take a three-day internet vacation. I’m going to spend the time focusing on myself, the people I’m with, and the moments I’m spending with them.

And then I’ll come running back home and tell you invisible people all about it.