Tomorrow I head East to Petrified Forest National Park, for 8 days of fence repair work. Forecast: a patchwork of sunny, cloudy, windy, rainy. Last week's winds shattered someone's tent poles. So far I've been too cheap to buy rain pants. Tonight I'm just too lazy. Sorry, legs.
Almost ready to crawl into "bed." I've spent the last few hours packing. Tossing bags and boxes of food into a plastic bin. Shoving laundromat-clean clothes into my backpack. Eating Irish Soda Bread (I'll be at work on St. Patty's day...). Marathon watching "3rd Rock From the Sun" (Oh my God-I'm GORgeous!). With headphones. So as not to annoy my roommate.
"Bed" is a pile of folded blankets on the hardwood floor. And tonight it's sure to be less comfortable. I packed up my soft, cozy, expansive Mountain Hardware -15 degree sleeping bag. (That's the bag I take with me to work). Tonight, I sleep beneath my short-length 25 degree REI Polar Pod. I sleep atop small glass slivers. Remnants of the mirror I broke earlier today. It slipped from my hand. Landed right on top of my laptop, sitting on top of my blankets. Oops.
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