Far Afield

I am still out five miles from proper civilization and will be for the foreseeable future, probably another five days to a week.

I am so tired, y'all. But I paid off my landlady for my past due, I have September's rent as of Monday, and somewhere in there I can do everything else.

The lovely and gorgeous CDH is watching the Kitties. And I am sleeping in the floor, eating only cold foods, and working anywhere from 8 to 12 hour days, seven days a week.

I have fifty million new freckles and fifty million and one tick bites. But I'm not actually unhappy. I'm too tired (the good, worn-out, can-actually-sleep tired) to be unhappy.

Somewhere in the meantime I had a RS meeting and Hindu class and my mom's birthday, for which I got her an awesome present (edition of THE FAVORITE UNCLE REMUS, which she had had and lost, that was collected the year before she was born). And I got my couch. So it'll be there when, at long last, I'm home.

In the meantime, I love you all. The CDH will keep you posted, I'm sure. See you soon!