Mr O' Fly found my last entry "mysterious." This one will be more of the same, I fear.
Though I managed to snap a sunset photo on the trip home from the desert...
...my camera was otherwise unused today. When I get the photos the Official Photographer (my friend D.) shot, I'll see if any can be posted without being too revelatory. Mainly, I used my pen and notebook, as well as some other "skills."
Thankfully, the day was relatively cool and overcast. That happens out there maybe two days a year, and we were lucky to be around on one of them.
Nonetheless, I managed to work up a pretty fair sweat. Despite my fears, I did my work without lapsing into brain fade and making myself look a fool in public. There were a couple of tense moments -- the one I can describe involved getting some grit blown into my face at an inopportune moment, which meant I wandered around looking as if I was weeping until it was gone -- but all came out rather well.
In fact, some of those who happened to be hanging around expressed some envy that I was getting to do this. What they didn't know, of course, is that the monetary reward is not commensurate with the effort.
But what the hell. It was great, great fun. I can still put on a good act for the citizens.
And I didn't come crashing back down to earth until I got home and found the mailbox empty and the answering machine message-free. I didn't think about how much I wished I could have shared the day with someone special until I got home.
I stopped at the market, stocked up on cat food.
Tomorrow, while all y'all are turkeying it up, I'll be here writing. Alone.
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