Running away

Last weekend I went camping with a friend, without my family. It was great. We were actually glamping, so somebody else cooked and cleaned (and we had access to indoor plumbing), which meant that I felt like a kid all weekend. I had no responsibilities at all - no housework, no work work, no emotional work (we were out of cell range, too!). All I did was whatever I wanted to do. What I wanted to do was walk in a river, lie in a hammock, and swim in a river. Which I did! I read an entire New Yorker in one sitting. It was splendid.