we moved into the camp next door. the Loyal Reader will have to make do with the existing pimp-ass picture of the original lakehouse (above), until such time as an appropriate picture of the camp-next-door-to-the-lakehouse is furnished to our terribly fussy graphics department.
weather sharpening up. cats drawing new invisible territorial lines around the place. humans half unpacked and mostly drunk.
latest thanks: to steve phillips, for obvious reasons.
the sundial was 'notes from the lakehouse' during the lakehouse years.
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