Color me...blue.

It's "that" time again. Time for the triplets to head back to their campuses for another year of college. And once again time for their mother to go through her annual separation blues. I swear. Each time they move out it's harder than it was the last time. And each time I make plans as to how I'm going to cope with their departures.

First, of course, I vow to write my little heart out. Unfortunately, it's somewhat difficult to write "funny" when you're blubbering. Guess it's time to pull that serial killer story out again, huh?

Secondly, I begin a list of the various projects I need to finish around the house before winter. Some fun.

Thirdly, I plan a vacation I won't take because I can't get off work because everyone else has already scheduled time off.

And there's always the usual "lose weight, exercise more, eat better" promises I make myself, but rarely keep.

This year is different in one significant respect: It's the triplets' last year of college. And that means when they graduate, they will actually be looking for employment that could take them anywhere and they may never move back home again.

Oh, buddy. This is way too depressing to contemplate.

One thing I have decided to do is to start participating in writers' conferences more often. In fact, I've got two scheduled in the next two months and I'll be presenting with Lesley Langtry at a conference next month and I'm really looking forward to that.

I'm also thinking about starting an empty nester support group.

I'll supply the wine and tissues.

~Bullet Hole~