I'm a sucky blogger

I can't seem to sit in my little office (closet) lately for any length of time. But today it's so hot that I have to sit in here because there are no windows and (relatively speaking) it's somewhat cool.
Sally, the little puppy I almost killed a few months ago, is sleeping at my feet and it's hard not to join her.
I just wanted to check in since I plan on dropping off the face of the planet in 6 days.
I quit my job. And I'm moving to the lake.
I figured life is going to change sometime this summer, and so I might as well enjoy myself while I'm waiting for the mystery profession that God has sealed in his little gold envelope. I'm hoping I'll hear his announcement from the dock of my grandma's cabin...and I hope to hear nothing else. (Except maybe for a call from the publisher who's interested in publishing the novel I'll be making huge progress on). Otherwise it is sun, scotch, and scrabble for this summer girl. Hopefully there will be enough in my account for mortgage payments and the like. I wonder what unemployment will be like.
I got to answer the "so, what do you do" question for the first time since my announcement. It was exhilarating to reply - "nothing" because no one knows what response to make. And frankly, neither do I.
In case I don't see you, good afternoon, good evening and good night. (I'm sure I'll be back with tales of adventure before you know it. Something big is on the horizon...)
Make sure to smell the rain and kiss a baby and ride your bike and burn your white belly and dance on the lawn because summer doesn't last forever.