I am in a hotel room by myself for 24 hours. Then it will be just my husband and I for another 24 after that. It's been a long time since I attended anything remotely retreat-like, and the last time I had a baby in tow. Not a burden, not at all, but this is a very different experience.
The lists of directions and schedules have been assigned at home, and I'm remarkably unconcerned as to whether they'll be followed.
I'm supposed to go to an event right about now, but the sound of quiet plus downtown background noises is keeping me in this room for just a minute or two longer...
Tempting as it could be to worry about things at home, I realized yesterday that everybody's guardian angels can do a much better job than I, anyway. So, dear angels, do your thing.
I'll just lie here on this fluffy comforter...
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