Well, here we are, sitting around the camp-fire dreaming of the time when we can sleep in a bed, bathe in a bathroom, eat at a table, shit in a toilet - you get the point. We're camped out in the back forty a friend owns and it is getting way too tiresome for words. We have a lot to do yet to pack up, but we are seeing progress, light at the end of the tunnel, ground through the trash ... pick your euphemism. We're not on our way to Mexico, but we're on our way. And if ever anything interesting happens, I'll be sure to blog about it here. You'll be the first to know.
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