Well, let’s see. I got home yesterday (Saturday) afternoon, and wow, was I ready! I had a fantastic and productive week. The Weymouth experience was incredible–it’s amazing how much I can get done when I have no TV, boyfriend, radio, newspaper, dogs or Internet nearby. The two other writers–former strangers to me–and I kept mostly to ourselves, focused on our writing. Friday evening, though, I went out with one of them for dinner. It was one of those connections I believe only women truly get to experience. By the time dinner is over, you each know 95% of the other’s personal history and have shared sympathy and advice. But those two hours of extroversion completely destroyed my ability to get back to work. I spent the rest of the evening packing and took off for home the next morning. So, I’ve learned my limit of productive time in isolation is four and a half days. I would not do well in prison. I did 45 rough pages and am very pleased with the whole experience. Now it’s back to reality. I’ll be at the Opium Den in the morning. . .