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I am back. More ums. Hiking was lovely, being back, kind of meh. I miss walking and waking up at 6:30 and looking for Cassiopeia and Pleiades and putting sunscreen over dirty skin and cocooning myself inside my sleeping bag at 8:30...I miss Dave, whom I love and want to adopt me, and his soft intelligent Kentucky speech. And Connor, the charming Irishman who carried a six-pack and a liter of tequila, who showed me the constellations ("See the bright star? That's Sirius. That's the dog's ass."), who bore an uncanny resemblance to Alistair Deacon from As Time Goes By.
And all the other little things. Here are Alan Alda and a trillion dirty dishes. And showers, and toilets. I do like the plumbing and Alan Alda.
And all the other little things. Here are Alan Alda and a trillion dirty dishes. And showers, and toilets. I do like the plumbing and Alan Alda.