Project Eveningland

6/27/2023 Tuesday

I waited until the morning to look at the forecast and decide what to do. If the rain is being measured in inches, and I can avoid it, I will. So I will.

Apollo, Rooster and I watched the weather last night from the porch and enjoyed some scintillating yet leisurely conversation. It isn’t hard to lure me into talking politics.

I just bought Tim Miller’s new book and I’m looking forward to reading it. He’s a married gay man about my age who’s doing good intellectual work in public. It’s kind of nice to see a concrete example of what that even looks like. Indeed, it looks a bit handsome, but only with short hair.

Ok, enough about my nerd crush (and regular crush) on Tim Miller. Nope, that’s not enough. Let’s stop to reflect for a second on the fact that I’m crushing on the guy who ran Jen Bush’s 2016 campaign. That guy.

Fell asleep again mid morning. Rooster and Apollo took me on a quick trip to town for some sandwiches. Apollo has a super cute little underbite—it’s hardly noticeable but gives him more personality. The skies are dark but we’ve not yet had much rain that I’ve seen (granted I haven’t been looking out any windows very often).

Trip and I caught up by phone this afternoon. Then I spent the rest of the evening resting and eating and futzing with gear. There was thunder and lightning and a few short periods of rain loud enough to be heard even back where my bed is. Where I am.

919 miles of trail remain.