"But I take delight in the juice of the barley..."

(and I don't even particularly care for the version of Gilgarra Mountain we were listening to, but that line leapt out at me as such an excellent way to put things...)

It is naptime. Everyone but Steve (who is just being difficult) agrees with me. Unfortunately, we continue to play with artifacts in varous stages of the cataloging process, since it's a little hard to bill sleep. Sigh.

End pointless post. You may now return to your regularly scheduled afternoon.

"Send me back all the words she ever wrote..."

You know how sometimes something happens, and the entire shape of the world changes? Yeah, that. And the far distances between things (in both time and space) are starting to wear on me when there's nothing I can do about them at present. I am not, on the whole, an excessively patient person. Which is not to imply that there aren't things worth waiting for. As long as necessary, really.

So, um... Camilla went over 60k miles yesterday evening at some point where I wasn't paying particularly much attention. Coincidentally, I'm pretty sure I was driving the same stretch of road as when she reached 50k last spring, although heading in the other direction...