While We're On The Subject...

Moving on. The dog is gone.

While I miss her, sort of, it sure is nice not to have a crazy person running around stealing and hoarding underwears and tissues in the santa barbara daisy patches on the hill. Or slowly plucking my tulip petals one by one and then slowly prancing by me with one or two sticking out of her mouth.

She's with a good person in a good home, with lots of other dogs and horses and plenty of room to run. And I think maybe even cows.

But more about me. Right now I have insomnia. I think it's that last day of vacation, all of the sudden brain turned on at midnight remembering all the stuff that didn't get done before we left and has now piled up in all areas, type of insomnia.

And lately I'm not riding my bike very much.

And I'm kind of hungry right now.

And I'm over saturated with camping. No more camping this year please. No more rolling up of therm-a-rests. No more smelly sleeping bags. No more trying to set up tents in pitch black on Friday night after sitting in traffic for hours. Please. No more melted shoes. No more marshmellows sticking to my hair. No more mosquito bites on my ass please. At least not until next summer, when I've forgotten.

Maybe I'm getting old, but the last few weekends of camping have had me daydreaming of camper vans. The exact ones that I poopoo'd only a few years ago because I felt those who used them weren't tough enough to rough it.

But now I kind of think insomnia in a tent is even less pleasant then insomnia at home.