Husband and I made a last-minute decision to get away sans enfants for two days, and because we are booking so late in peak vacation season (coinciding with the only good weather we’ve had all summer), we’ve had a hard time finding lodging that meets our requirements. Basically, we want something that’s less pricey than a luxury inn, but not as folksy as a bed-and-breakfast.

An old friend of mine from the Peace Corps, I’m told, has opened a bed and breakfast not too far away, and another mutual Peace Corps friend suggested that I book a room under my married name and show up to surprise her. Back in the day, my relationship with the innkeeper was intermittently fractious — I can’t remember why — and that scenario suggests to me that episode of “The Office” where Pam and Jim stay on Dwight’s beet farm, which he’s converted to a B&B. It actually sounded kind of quirky and fun, not to mention rife with dramatic possibilities, but the B&B in question is not on a lake, and I intend to take advantage of the nice weather in my kayak.

The trouble with most inns in New England is that they’re not different enough from what we’re leaving behind. I mean, if I wanted to sleep in a drafty Victorian with rickety furniture and funky wallpaper, I could just stay home — and here, Dog is allowed. Now that I think about it, wouldn’t it be awesome if we opened a B&B here? We have three unused bedrooms that could be outfitted at minimal expense, and a dining room that is never used that could hold three couples for breakfast. As long as our guests were down with our “slacker hospitality” ethic, we could probably bring in a little cash.

It sounds like the premise for one of those hugely successful, double-titled, memoirish non-fiction books you can’t believe someone published and wish you had written: “A Year of Bed-and-Breakfast: How I Opened My Heart by Opening My Home as a B&B,” or some such. It would be divided into twelve chapters, one for each month, each containing a story about one of the wonderfully wacky guests and a seasonal recipe for a breakfast food.

Doesn’t that sound like the most perfect amalgamation of A Year in Provence, Eat, Pray, Love, and Julie and Julia? I’m going to write a proposal right now.