Blue Skies
I'm back east of the mountains today - woke up at 8:30 and looked outside onto a bright clear high desert morning and smiled a big wide smile.
I went for a jog and unloaded the last junk from my car and took a shower and ate a big hot sugary spudnut (brought home from Eugene) and did some mega kitchen restocking and now I'm hippied out in Carhartts and wool with John Hartford on the stereo and the ingredients for a Cajun stew simmering all fragrant in the slow-cooker. Every window in the place is open and it smells like andouille and yams and it is so good to be home.
(Eugene stories and pictures later...)