I got a nice big welcome home hug and kiss from Bandera today. The picture doesn’t do justice to how well the blood blended into the red swirls of my gaiters. On the upside, everyone agreed it was one of the ugliest wounds they’d seen out there in a while. I’m going to try to avoid a repeat performance tomorrow. I might have nightmares tonight about running through sotol with an open wound.
We had a nice big group out there today and the chatter was great. Afterwards we celebrated T.’s birthday in the parking lot with cupcakes — cupcakes he baked for us. I ate three, to ensure he’d have a really happy day.
Asa and Eliot are building a log loader out of Legos in the next room. I’ve got bill paying duty. Bleaugh. Hope your Saturday nights are a bit more wild.