Show me the way to the ocean! -- Rumi

As a publisher, I'm in the middle of a poetry competition reading umpteen manuscripts. Taxes are due. My back's a wreck. I need to work on my poetry, read about the most famous woman pirate of Ireland, work on the beginnings of a novel. The laundry, my office, the yard need attention. The car dashboard is suddenly flashing, "Check engine." There's only one thing to do. I'm heading for the coast for two days alone, to listen to the waves beat on the shore.