Maybe it's Spring Fever. Maybe it's having moved 29 times and then staying put for 16 years. Maybe it's finding myself soon to be in the second half of my 60's, my children both soon to be in their 30's and my sweet father nearing 100.
Whatever it is, it's making me antsy. My feet itch.
I want to run away from home.
And go somewhere far, far away.
Figuratively, of course.
At least for today.
Twyla Tharp had it right when she wrote:
Art is the only way to run away without leaving home.
So, anyway, if you need me tomorrow?
You'll find me in the studio.