Why o why did I not take any pictures of this year’s friend-contributed meal gathering in Fort Collins? I think I’ve forgotten about my camera while I’m resting my knee. As if it were a knee-operated device. But I will remember anyway that I finally got some of the beating coming to me for being a pain-in-the-ass holier-than-thou vegan full of self admiration and especially smugness. Everyone brought something for me to eat regardless, only encouraging my vanity further. It’s been a while since I hung out for an evening in a totally comfortable social situation with good friends, thanks to you all for that.

We park the camper at my friend Mike’s, where I stayed last spring. The dark and quiet there bring on deep sleep.