Fallin'

Well ok, then.  The twists and turns and reversals of fortune that this year has brought upon us have shaken out at long-last to take me to Coldfoot, AK, for the winter.  Wherefore, thou enquirest?  Because cold and auroras and another stint as Egg Lady.  Fingers crossed there won't be any oatmeal to-go at this job...

So I will have to continue to live vicariously through friends lucky enough to be in Antarctica this go around.  (Kelly, make sure to pat the tiny frog on the troll bridge for me, for good luck.)  -However, I will ski and listen to lots of Ween at work and be mostly cut off from the rest of the world, so there's plenty of similarities.

There is no way to overstate how wonderful it is that allergies are done for the year.  Not only can I reliably breathe without liquid trickling down my face, but being able to smell things and not wake up dry-mouthed and headache-y from drug-addled dreams really puts the spring back in one's step.

Cute guy we foraged.

St. James and harbor, Beaver Island, on a little impromptu trip with mom and dad

P.S. - Blogger is fucking everything up so I can't format anything.  I know the first paragraph is justified but I can't undo it; the pictures don't belong at the end; the captions are mismatched.  But nothing I do will fix it.  Boooo.