Here we are. You: reading this.
Me, sitting in my car. Moments away from driving back to
mundane life boats, where I’m under contract to work until October 8th.
I got off work at noon yesterday, then traipsed back home for food (and boaty companionship)… Then, driven by who knows what, I drove to Rangeley.
Too late for the town’s trail festival, which ended mere hours before I arrived. Mere hours. There was a talk by Warren Doyle. Warren Doyle. That dude is so cool.
But alas. Instead, we get there later. We sleep in undisclosed locations, go to church in the morning, eat BURRITOS
and type to you. Happy Sunday, womble people. Don’t forget to wash your clothing and maybe put some nice plant reproductive organs in a vase or something.
Of course I meant mushrooms.
Anyway, I’m free to be a roustabout on October 8th, and the borders are open. Be horrified. Be very scared. Not illogically scared, though; a healthy dose of fear is very good for all of us, and quite useful inasmuch as it gives valuable input for decisionmaking and preparation.
I’ve got my -20F winter bag with layers to bring it down to much colder; shelter; and a 10-serving can of freeze dried scrambled egg with sausages! BREAKFAST. Be excited. I am. Seeing as the COVID scourge continues unabated, I’m planning to stay more outside when in towns, and find those handy dandy COVID tests, for non-plague spreading feeling-better-about-myself-ness.
You know. Aha also this is a great candidate for mail drops.
MA ‘n fam
MA FOOD AND COVID TESTS PLS
Happy Sunday, banana people! mebbe see you someday.