Let me show you the cute.

We got both good rain and plentiful sun today, and we are gladder than we were yesterday. We juiced, and the whole day just went better. We appreciate everyone's concern about our noxious, deadly generator, even though we didn't run it this time around.

I am not the chipmunk you're looking for.

Not rabid, Mom!

That's right, I am not rabid. Look into my eyes. Disregard the froth.

Her hooves don't fall through! I go around.

We've already discussed this.

Just look at my cute hands. 

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Monsooner or later?

The tricky part of having no sunshine is that the solar panels feel lonely. It's been eleven days since our batteries filled completely, and it's bringing us all down...to the public library where we can surf, type and recharge. We shut down all 110V systems, and all 12V besides the refrigerator. If we don't pull anything during these cloudy days, we can still make juice. But, not juice.

Everything else loves the rain. Listen for the sighs.

Once you're out here, you'll notice other people living "the life." We've run into Gail a couple of times, and another guy who stayed a while down in Willard Springs. Lots of places to be, but no particular hurry to be in them. One fellow lives in a bright yellow bus. Slender man, long, wild, gray hair? Has a dog? Wears his shirt open all the time? I'm describing him so you'll know what to tell the rangers, because Annie looked out the window in our no-neighbors campsite to see him standing and staring at the Duck. Dude. Don't make me load my egg cannon. This is no yolk.

I dreamed it was my son's 21st birthday, and I wrote him an amusing essay about Alexander McCall Smith, who, it turns out, is a very funny, very large, African-American gay man. [Mr. Smith may contact me to smooth out the details of my characterization, of course, but once written on the Internet, good luck with that.] Hope you like it five years ago, Phil!

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Solar ducks are not a bad idea.

Places everywhere, but novertigo.

Annie's game today was called on accounta vertigo inside her head.

 

She uses mescaline for it.  Hold on ... what, hon?

She uses meclizine for it.  

In case you ever need to know, Dramamine is meclizine. Also, most vertigo resolves itself without treatment, but it's unpleasant while you're spinning. 

We're getting serious about leaving Lake City.  Annie's on board now, so things will begin to happen just as soon as she can stand up.

 

I turned on the Duck this afternoon.  Then I started the generator.  The generator is my turf because it makes Annie mad after the first false start.  I understand the generator, and the generator understands me.  We are one, the generator and I.  I practice Meditative Onanism.  Hold on ... what, hon?