Every morning I arrive at my office and Bob Hellenga (who shares the 2nd floor building corner with me and who gets to his office between 7 and 7:30) leaves his chair to say good morning. I love this routine; it exists no where else. This week he points to his head and says "It's all over with. Up here." I can hardly make myself clear the desk to begin another day for all the summering in my head, I know. Glenda, Chris, Trystan, and Sage arrive June 1st, just as Trystan predicted. They're going to live in my house for some days before we all go back to the desert. This also exists no where else.
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