Funny I am bushed. The classical definition of this state comes from the history books. When Hudson Bay managers brought their wives over to Canada and dumped them into the middle of the bush, it was quite a shock and they missed home. However the journals tell many stories of these women who a couple years later would refuse to leave their new home. They couldn't imagine leaving chores behind and going out into the real world again. They were afraid.
I have felt this during the summer when I was at camp with my kids and would refuse to take a break in town. I just didn't want to go to town. I was almost afraid of it.
Now I am thinking about things I haven't finished here; emails, websites, even knitting projects, reasons I should stay home. Plus the weather here is nothing to complain about!!
Hugh tells me I need to get out of town, take a break, soak up some sun.
While I am gone, Arthur, our son, will answer the phone and check the phone messages and emails. He will have a schdule and of course will do a fine job.
I can leave town, Yes I can.
Have fun in the sun, with all the other "snowbirds." Where are you headed?
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Take a break, relax in the sun, refresh yourself. You'll be amazed at how you'll come back with a fresh persepctive and great new ideas. Enjoy.
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