Okay, confession time. I fully intend to play for the rest of this week. My husband and I are driving to Magee Marsh in Ohio tomorrow to look for warblers. Don't ask. We're not really birders. We just LIKE birds, and this is when warblers are supposed to stop at the marsh to rest before they trek across Lake Eerie on their migration route. A few have already shown up at our local wetlands on their long journey. Hope we see some pretty ones tomorrow. Then on Friday, I need to clean the house and work in the yard. My grandson's stopping by Saturday on his way to his summer internship in Detroit. The family's gathering for supper here to see him before he takes off. A different kind of migration. I'll be cooking on Saturday and catching up with everyone. Then on Sunday, I write my weekly blog and hang out with the Old Poop. I won't be a serious writer again until Monday. And I feel a tiny bit guilty, so I pounded out a VERY short vignette today to let readers understand why Manette (in the Babet and Prosper series) has down-turned lips and a definite attitude. Warning. My husband read this and was surprised. Maybe shocked. It's not the usual. Anyway, it's in the left column: Manette's Story.