I know, I know. It’s sunny and almost warm outside. Here comes the sun doot do do-do, here comes the sun.

But I really really want to write this weekend. I want to finish my first draft. I want to hide in a movie theater, pay for one flick and then sneak from theater to theater for the rest of the day. I want to hide in bed, pull the covers over me and sleep, and dream, and dream. I want to curl up in the corner of a quiet coffee shop and surf, and drink coffee and eat cake and donuts. I want to read from my reading pile, lose myself in books and words and ideas.

I don’t know why. I just do. Dammit, Vitamin D comes in a pill these days. I don’t need to be outside.