and so, it is just after 10 am where i am supposed to be.  i am supposed to be packing my things up into my backpack and preparing, like my other lady friends, to spend a few days on the oregon coast.  reconnecting with one another, and the land, and the sea, and everything in-between.  but i am at work, and i am writing this.  and mostly all i can think about is how much fun i hope they all have.  and how i hope they catch a million crabs.  and how i hope they drink too much and laugh too loud and find themselves thinking of me on that dock… wishing i was there.  and knowing that i wish i were there too.  out on the pacific coast… thinking it is cold and wet and smelly and i have had too much to drink and i am laughing too loud and that there is just no other place i would want to be in the whole world at that moment.  and it is true, there is no other place i want to be right now.  i Love all you ladies with my entire soul.  and oregon, how i miss you… oh, how you light fires in my belly.  have wonderful times together… and be sure when you return back to the interior over that mighty coast range and back east along that wilson river, you let me know of your travels… let me know every detail of the salt on your lips and the wind in your hair.  let me know how the sunset evenings tasted and how the morning fog condensed on your faces.  how i wish i were there, oh, how i wish i were there…