Yeah... I'm not over it. I never asserted that I was over it, but while I am a (mostly) functional individual able to perform most of my duties and daily rituals with relative assuredness, I am still waist-deep in it. I thought that should be clarified. Because I was asked and because it's true.
What am I talking about?
Anyway, I went CAMPING Saturday night in Stockholm... well, outside Stockholm. I found out a tent we'd brought onboard last year was still here, and decided we had to go camping. A few of us put together a ragtag semblance of camping supplies, headed out in the evening, bought some supplies (candy, brats, etc.) then hopped on a Metro, then an outbound train, then got off the train when we saw an area where the woods looked inviting. We hiked in for a while, set up camp, and split off for a while to find wood. We did man things, breaking up wood, building a giant fire, forging steel into girders, and destroying things with our massive power
We all slept under small blankets in the tent and were awakened by the deep chill at around 5:50am and had to build another fire. Jamie and I each wondered whether how much good we'd be for that night's show after breathing in all that cold air all night, but as we've proven through nights of other abuses and lack of sleep, so far so good. That doesn't sound like me, huh?
More on this, on everything, later...
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I am proud of you. Mrs. A
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