Ah, vacation days, 3 of them in a row. I'm too lucky for words. Three weeks is what I need, at a minimum; three months would be even better. Oh yeah, I'm without a job in a few days so I'll have a long vacation. There is that. But other work looms and what I want is FREE time.

Took a tour to the sea, to a place called Blue Rocks, there wasn't much in the way of surf but a great many 'for sale' signs. Now that's a definite indicator of spring in this part of the world. All those hopeful souls attempting to make a nice lump of change on houses they bought last year and will attempt to unload to a 'come from away' at a hefty mark-up. The real estate book for May runs to 170 pages. Every other house seems to have a real estate company sign on it. Most property has increased in asking price from $50 to $100 grand in the last five years.

So what else did I do on this vacation day? I did an hour or so of spinning, another couple of hours of knitting. Read a book called The Minister's Daughter; had a 45 minute phone meeting with work folks; went to my favourite cafe to hang out for a bit, have cup of decaf and a nice rich biscuit. Did also scribble somewhat, but not seriously (yeah I know, I know!).

Tomorrow I need to stack some firewood on the porch, spin more wool, cook up some Sauce Bolognese, and do some of those nasty household chores which lie in wait for vacation days. That means I'll get up late, lounge around drinking tea until about noon, when it will be time to start supper, have brunch and check email. Oh, if inspired, I'll scribble in my journal....