When I say "grave" what I really mean is, from beyond time and space. Beyond space natch', because you are accessing this from whatever point in space you are at, via your interwebs, not my current space, as I'm typing this. Time... well I guess the same argument could be made for time, since you are reading this at your current time, rather than when I am posting this...
OK, now that I've thoroughly negated my whole point, what I'm trying to say is, because I won't have easy access to my blogger account until late on July 29th, I'm setting up my robot minions to post this automatically on Sunday, so there is a post happening next week (this week? last week? depends when you read this I guess.)
Since it hasn't happened yet, I'm just going to make a few predictions that are probably safe:
-TBJr's class is awesome, what the hey, how does he keep making every class so fresh and so clean (clean).
-I hate mosquitos and ticks so, so much.
-I am dirty, sweaty, and tired deep down to my brainstem and my bones.
-I feel like I'm home, and I'm so happy to get to swim in the paradisiacal little swimming hole surrounded by stately cedars, bright green sphagnum moss, cute little pitcher and honeydew plants, and the medicinal, magical tea-colored water of the pine-barrens.
-Tracker folks are big-hearted and awesome, I love them.
-Abducted by aliens, but they were cool.
OK, I still really really need to pack now, so I'm going to say good by, again.
From... Beyond the Space-Time
-IO
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