Moms and I braved the long ride home. We stumbled upon a terrific motel in Mt. Shasta with a freakin' indoor pool (and hot tub, muthafuckaaahhh) and called that home last night. We swam laps in the little pool last night and this morning. The drive was painless, beside the fact that Mom is an even worse back-seat driver than I am.
Back home now with the Boys of the family (Kottony the Kat, Buddy the Dog, and Bob the Dad) and a lot of things to unpack, sort and ultimately give away. My farmy future is looking good and I think I will spend the first six months of 2013 living in or around Sweet Home, OR in a little house and learning how to make goat cheese.
Until then it's time to relish my freedom. How will I do that, you ask? First, I will walk my dog. Next, I will go for a bike ride to the grocery store. And finally, I shall cook dinner for my parents. Riveting, I know.
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