Tomorrow I am flying to San Diego for a conference.  Hours on the plane when I can read junk and not feel even a twinge of guilt.  Then Saturday crammed with seminars on hospital psychology (I don’t think it’s boring!! – my way to escape thinking about my stuff – keep really busy.  But this busy is fun, too, and, I guess, because it is away from home, even more of an escape — can’t possibly clean out that closet, do paperwork or, Heaven forbid!, wash the floor.  Hooray for continuing education requirements!