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It's a Party!

A pair of blue robins eggs, situation very nicely at ground level, near a front door, just aching to be photographed

It was a wonderful road trip. And I took exactly one photograph the entire time... well, two... of these robin eggs. But I only kept the one. So, there.

Sleep in.

Could have slept in longer.

The easy pack.

I always over-pack.

Lazing.

Waiting for breakfast.

Pancakes.

And starting this writing project.

The jokes of heathens.

And tap dancing.

The pancakes were delicious.

Now, quiet time.

Nosy!
The careful arrangement of a car trunk too small.

Or too much stuff.

Oh, did I mention syrup over the communal butter?

Nice touch.

And we are off.
Slug bug.

Ouch!

Meth lab explosion detour.
Let's get the complaining out of the way.
Snack Time!

Otherwise known as lunch.

'A profound relation to any trivial thing.'
Cocktail snacks for hours.
World premier musical composition.
Far more technical and intense than I was expecting.
They lost our hotel reservation.

Just kidding.

LightRoom.

I should remember the name of that program.

Ready.

Set.

...

So fine.

So very fine.

Dining that is.

Lamb chops.

With pomegranate reduction sauce.

And all the unusual favorites.

Such a meal.

Such a laugh.

The more one is sure.

The more often one is wrong.

Robin eggs.

Two.

Too bad I don't know how to get a low-light photo out of this phone.

Presents!

Presents!

Cheesecake!

Even better.

Especially since the presents weren't for me.

Laughter in the background.

Not a care in the world.

Ultra Double Secret Council Meeting!

Sadly, I was not invited.

Nice even snoring.

Very soothing.

An hour later.

Meeting going strong.

Intermittent laughter.

Now, that's a solid meeting.

Hopefully, of the minds.

Drawing game.

Annoying in the end.

I don't want to have to fight for a fair challenge.

And I know I am a poor loser.

Good thing I didn't loose.

Losers.

Huge room.
Shower time.
Talk for ages.

Intermissio!

I, probably, am a sore winner, too.

I should stop playing competitive games.

I win nothing but resentments.

Not enough sleep.

Time to make like Pete the Prune.

You know, The World Showering Champion.

First breakfast.

Second breakfast.

A study in children's books.
Rocking chair in the shade.

Coming to peace with the eternal decay.

Third breakfast.

Well, really, lunch at this point.

Quiet (nonexistent) conversation.

Let's pull the plug.

Call it a day.

The Alphabet Game!
20 Questions!

But the goal should never be to stump the other players.

Still, the time flew by.

Time to eat.

Pizza or something.

I'm calling this diary entry completed.

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