- Walking right at dusk: lightning bugs, moonshadow in front of me, the air smells like barley. #
- Back to work today. Writing 1st, small-press business 2nd, take DS12 to violin lesson 3rd, supervise schoolwork 4th, collapse in heap 5th. #
- Random statement of the day: DS17, walking into kitchen: “Mom and Dad, the FBI called. They don’t take personal checks.” #
- Puppies in the house: the floor’s been 409-ed and carpet-foamed more in the last week than in 19 years previous. Can’t be bad. #
- Time to hoe the sunflower patch. #
- THAT was a big ol’ storm. Century-old maple next to house split in half, huge gum tree smashed back pasture fence. #
- Problem with travelling: impossible to go off the grid the week after, too much scutwork to do. #
- Getting ready for Salt Lake City: drive to Dulles, fly to Utah. #
- So here I am in Utah. Nothing against Utah, but I want to go home now. #
- Ooh, look. The smog from last night has lifted and I can see mountains. #
- This is just a convention center, but somehow the fact that it’s called the Salt Palace improves it. #
- Jetlag: My head is filled with cotton. But my mouth is moving and people are nodding, so something coherent is coming out… #
- So where’s the best place in Salt Lake City to get a really great meal? #
- Must. Get. Out. Of. Bed. Wait, didn’t I do this last Sunday? #
- Salt Lake City airport, 8 AM Sunday: Mad chaos. Lines everywhere. Piles of suitcases. Can’t get to self check-in:200 people already waiting. #
- Might help if I told the ticket agent the correct airport, when he asked where I was going. Now he’s rolling his eyes: stupid tourists. #
- Pulling out of National Airport parking garage. Ahhhh, humidity. #
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