The log cabin in my head

It's that time of year again - when I start fantasising about abandoning civilisation and running away to a cabin deep in a forest somewhere. This is not a new, rare, or particularly even end-of-year thing, but the urge to essentially hibernate certainly does get stronger toward Christmas.

I have a log cabin in my head, courtesy of a relaxation/visualisation tape that a friend lent me. Every now and then it morphs into a beach house (oh the joyous flexibility of mental real estate!), which is much lighter and brighter, but mostly it's a darkish, comfortable cosy space in which to curl up in a ball by the fire and doze. Yes, I am a winter animal. Either way it's very small, simple and uncluttered and I often wish the whole family could just move there! (Where's The Matrix when you need it?!)

John finishes school at lunch-time today (right about now in fact), Amy tomorrow, then in a week Ross will be on holiday leave for a month and I'll have my little family around me, to do, or not do, whatever. Perhaps we'll find a nice little cabin in the woods somewhere for a few days.