Another day at the Bone, Junior Kimbrough wailing through the speakers, hot coffee in my mug. I'm putting off work to do, and it's all right.

I'm ready for spring, sunshine, warm weather. The gray sky and cold temperatures overstayed their welcome. I want to sit in the shade of a tree, lean my head back, close my eyes, and doze. My cat, Leon aka Dutch, doesn't seem to care. Rain or shine, he's outside, flicking his tail and running ninety to nothing. Dude's a badass. I read where if they sleep on their back, stomach up, their trust for you "is in the stratosphere." Yep. He does that.

I won't be back to Jackson for a while. My mom and stepdad are moving to the mountains of North Georgia. They're refurnishing the house, and my room there doesn't even have a bathroom at the moment. Things are gutted. A paint smell sits in the air. It's good to have a place away from all of that here. Things will be strange when they're not in Jackson anymore. Trading Jackson for the mountains of north Georgia is worth it. Trust me. It's all Hemingway, Jim Harrison, and Rick Bass up there, stirring the imagination.

A few things up in the air for summer. I need some adventure, some stepping out of the comfort zone. That would be perfect. If I could join team corn detassling that would be killer, too. That's a few weeks of camping in Iowa, detassling corn, and hopefully meeting interesting folks, hearing their stories.

All right, work time.