Home Again

Just got back from three days of fishing and camping.  In another state.  Where its windy and cold and it rains a lot.

I'm dirty, tired, and there are 21 fish heads in my garbage can.   I have some nasty puncture wounds, a headache, and my lips are so chapped that I'm currently chewing on the granite counter in order to cool them off.  I have sea-legs from being on a small boat, in a choppy lake, for three days (minus the bone-chilling nights spent in a tent).  I have socks in my pockets and twings in my hair.

And I couldn't be happier.

Will write more tomorrow.