I already miss the roar of our river. After a 13 mile hike, it was all I wanted to hear. Now my brain attempts to convert the sounds of traffic into sounds of water.
Garbage scrambled eggs were amazing. Held us through until we got all the way home. Afterwards, I actually made it to guitar lessons, but my mind was not there.
More later...
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