It's grown cooler, rainier, darker, and even though we continue to swim with elan, sauna and gossip as usual, and plot harmless pranks as robustly as ever, no one can deny the change in the air. The first coworker departed. Autumnal hues blush over the plants. Future plans are no longer far-off abstractions but swiftly approaching reality.
Hold on -- forget all that salutatory tone, and let me back up to my birthday. It was a big one, guys, and well celebrated. Through a fluke of scheduling I had the day off, and my good Antarctica buddy was visiting. After raining hard all night and morning, the skies parted, the sun shone, and we made our humid way up to tundra. Aquamarine lake, green hillsides, brown BEAR lazily eating berries a ways off. I was feeling lazy too, poked around the rocks a bit, then headed back to prepare for Progressive.
Progressive is our annual staff party. It involves costumes, drinks, and surprise activities. We sort of bar crawl from one person's tent to the next, joke about/admire their decor, pile onto the floor and bed, and write postcards or play Telephone or Corn Hole or Pin the Antlers on the Caribou. There were Jell-O shots, kombucha, gin and tonic, and thawed-popsicle-liquid shooters. There was also surprise cookie dough, wine, and brie to celebrate me being 40. Only minimal injuries ensued from climbing atop a giant tether ball and jumping off a boat.
Other random updates: I won $30 in poker. I saw nine mountain goats on top of Cecil. A bunch of us finally hung out on the big rock. We discovered it's fairly easy to throw and catch an apple using forks.
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