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I know, I have been absent for a bit. But don’t worry, I havn’t forgotten you.

Its been rainy the past few days, till yesterday it began to clear up, and today was as blue a sky day as it could be. I’ve been working everyday since sunday, out on the lake eight to ten hours at a time, with yesterday’s thirteen being the capstone. I come home drained most days, and need to have several cups of tea before I am worth anything. I think Byrne is starting to get annoyed that I’m falling asleep during most things that arn’t ‘open water’ or ‘irreversible.’ No work till noon tommorow, which is the best news I’ve heard all week.

We had three trips today, but I didn’t need to go out on the second one. The cotton wood was blowing across the lake, like snow in the middle of summer, so I took out a kayak and paddled out by myself and found a little patch of beach on the side of the lake which has the waterfalls. I managed to get my kayak up on the sand and clammbered out, yelling hello to make sure that any bears in the area heard me and weren’t suprised. I clambered around on the waterfall and laughed at cotton wood till I had to turn back, and lead the next trip. Mostly, I tried to see. The only draw back to this was that the wind had come up by the time I headed back, so I had to contend with some choppy waters. But that is fun all in itself.

In a bizarre situation, the first trip I took out had a biola grad in its midst and turns out the whole family has their feet firmly in Biola, with one daughter an alum, and another having considered Biola but declined, but was debate partners with Danielle Howe in highschool. Rebecca Nations, if any one knows her. It was very, very weird.

Byrne is in bed and the clouds have come up and I am going to walk on the beach. I keep waking up with my hands hurting and stiff, and it worries me. There better be nothing permanent.

Time is a quixotic archeologist, and the things he decides to unearth, dust off, and set up for display are always suprising.