Wednesday was my Baptismal day. So that’s pretty cool.

I’m back on the Eastern side of Western places after a visit out to Washington. A body could settle pretty easily into those forests. While there I forgot how hard it is to sleep when the humidity makes you feel like you’re wrapped in steam sheets. So I’ll sleep in the fall. In the meantime, senility. There was a conversation about opossums. And. Tea?

I keep hesitating on moving out to the West coast. Maybe I only want to go there because I have a history of shirking all responsibility there. But I do want to work. And if I work here, I’ll end up either twiddling my thumbs in an office again, or waiting behind the wheel of an idling car outside of a bank.

Maybe I want to be a police officer. You can’t be sure.

The camera went on its own adventure midway through the trip, so all I have is this kitten bag:

In other news, there are a handful of sake distilleries in America. I learned this.
Click here!

Good company, appreciable alcohol in quantities, lots of movies, fruit canning, and of course–shooting (arrows and bullets? yes). Plus trees, lots of water and fresh air…what isn’t there to like?