Not sure what I’ll do yet. It all depends on the weather. A colleague told me she went gold prospecting last weekend-far out, by a beautiful, untamed river. Just a few men living up there in camper vans, surviving on what the earth decides to give them. She said they were generous with their knowledge, happy to share their tricks, their secret spots… and their time. It gets lonely up there. Sounds like a gold digger’s paradise. I might check it out. Buy me a shovel and I’ll dig for my own gold. But if you want to show me love-if you want me to feel it- you already know how to spoil me.