I should be in my cabin in BC; I should be trying to sell it, but instead, I’m hanging out in my Washington cabin listening to Colman Barks reading his interpretation of Rumi poems and enjoying the spring. 
It’s warmer now, everything is green, the wild flowers are blooming, and it’s hard to leave.
I spent a little bit of time improving a cave and thinking about moving into it. I can sit up in it and lie down it it. It has a great southwesterly view so it should get good sun. 
