[life] These things happen for a reason

Two hours of highway driving and an hour and a half of being lost in the backcountry of Ontario only to find that the cabin I thought I was going to be using was in fact shut up for the winter and my hosts were under the impression that I was going to be using their personal cabin. Their cramped, stuffy, decorated in Early Grandma, cable TV, internet capable cabin. Not only that, but that they were entertaining about nine of their friends the following morning for an extended brunch.

I had a borderline panic attack, my husband courteously extricated us from the situation, and we went back on the road again, executing our hastily assembled Plan B, which is for me to use my in-law's cabin out in Delta Beach, a mere 45 minutes away in Delta Beach. It isn't ideal - it is certainly less comfortable and well-appointed than the original cabin - but it comes without strings, surprises, or large stranger-filled brunches. We're going out this evening after supper.

It'll be fine. And there are no bears. And now I can bring my cat with me. And it's closer, and there's a phone, and rustic is good for the muse. I wish that it had worked out differently - the cabin at Lake of the Woods is pretty much perfect in my eyes - but the point is that I'll still be writing, and it'll still be awesome, and hey, this way I can cage breakfast off my in laws should I get really lonely. Also, no bears.

These things happen for a reason.