a. Tuesday:
Wake up; it’s 9am. George is wrapped in my sleeping bag contently; my knees are
stiff as anything. I quietly search for bus routes; the Bolts are sold out so I
must trek to Smokey Point.
i. Daniel’s
wife opens the door and invites me in. George soon follows, and we breakfast on
sausages and eggs; such hospitality as in this world is hard to find.
ii. Say
goodbyes, head out with all my bags and run to the bus stop. Manage to hack my
way up to Everett (where I have another fun bus conversation with a man, once
prosperous by his own account, that lost first his girlfriend, then his health
when his boat crashed into a bridge in the dark.)
iii. Thence
to Marysville, where I camp in a Jack in the Box and try to write email.
iv. Mom,
Mary, Izzy pick me up and take me back home. Not to mention Secret—she greets
me enthusiastically.
v. Took
Mary to the dog park while Mom took an accounting class. Upon return, did some
quality boffing with Izzy. Then I think we all had dinner, but my memories are
getting hazy. Don’t stay up super late b/c work.
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