We had a getaway at Watkins Mill this weekend. It was time to dust off the car camping kit. Take stock of pots and pans and lighters from 1998. Load up some grub and some books and lay around in the hammock.
It was hot, really hot, REALLY REALLY hot. I like heat, and I even like humidity, because it feels like good music looks. This verged on brain-damaging, Blue-Cheer-jamming-in-a-short-bus heat. I don’t even remember doing this self-portrait.
And when Monday night rolled around, I thought I’d maintained my daily post, but had not. Pretty sure I had hit the 7-month mark.
Back to square one. I could have cheated on the date but that’s not cool.
