I was really glad to get home after ten days away…but there’s a little itch in the soles of my feet already. Next stop, Nashville, for a RWA writing retreat in mid-July. I’ve never been there before!
“He’s a rambler, a singer of songs;
women don’t understand, don’t wait for him very long;
he’s gotta keep moving, travelling on,
the road’s calling him, and he wish he were gone…”
Okay, I mangled that a bit, but I can’t seem to find the actual lyrics — there are too many songs called The Rambler, and I can’t remember who wrote this one. 
