kristy bowen | writer & book artist

This weekend had just the slightest tinge of fall about it. The weather was still rather humid, but the light is subtly different and we've reached the point where the sunsets seem swifter and the cicadas are making their late-summer racket. We saw a play Thursday night (a very fun and weirdly dark Adolescent Salvation at Theatre Wit) then booked it out of town and out to Elgin, where J had a wedding gig on Friday, which granted me a full-day mini retreat once again. I was able to finish the initial draft of the train station play and able to get a start on a new project that features e-mails from the dead. Even better, and in line with the fall, we stopped to get breakfast at a donut shop already selling cider donuts, the first sign of autumn for reals. We have another couple short weekend stays over the next two weeks, one combined with a show ( Mean Girls !!!) out in Aurora and then another jaunt in Wisconsin over the holiday weekend.  I'm finding these little retreats are ...