So, really last days of who knows what though what I do know is, having extended our stay in Colorado as the vote count plodded on, we were able to devote some quality time to winding down and getting out, with opportunities to wander lost in the woods around the house,

contemplate the work to be left and revisited eight months hence if eight months

hence is even a possibility, view Trigger the Truck

from the studio window, consider how to implement that move for him eight months hence

[“] and made it up the creek one more time, a doggy favorite.

Not only that but there were also two long overdue meetings at and about the second well.

Good and productive meetings…

Saturday on a last circuitous ascent of Fossil Hill Linda’s phone beeped with news that Joe Biden had won not only the popular vote but overwhelmingly the electoral college while even his belligerent opponent garnered a record-breaking number of votes despite decisively losing.

But lose he did and euphoria reigned, though the sobering fact is there’s a huge amount to be done and whether anything can be accomplished while Mitch remains the Repuppetlican

in Chief is…unlikely.  Why they are like that is both stupid, inexplicable [well, there’s the money, of course] and inexcusable.  Nonetheless, we spent our day packing and closing, made

a final studio visit, checked out

at what might be finished [but can’t fit in the truck]. Not much, in fact, did, but no matter.

Saturday evening; chicken and vintage cava watching Kamala and Joe [and family, family] on the

small screen, last candlelight here for awhile. Everyone seems so genuine, particularly after the shitshow of the last four years. We wish them well and safe passage through the tumultuous

months ahead.  All of us.  Sunday came soon enough…all too.