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So, either you just gasped for air at the sight of my updating, excited about the prospect of reading the rest of my harrowing (and long overdue) stories from the road, or you let escape an annoyed moan, bored, still, to tears from my last redundant escapade, bracing yourself for another fifteen unfortunate paragraphs.

Having decided myself that many more of you are of this latter persuasion, I have chosen to delay the conclusion, foregoing it for no real, other reason than the fact that I haven't been willing to devote a chunk of time that size to anything other than a good nap or, perhaps, a few episodes of The West Wing, to which I have become inescapably addicted and for which I set aside at least one hour of every day to watch. Besides, it's not like I have a job. Eleven prospective employers, when called or visited by me for an interview, cited my return to Grinnell in the fall as their reson for not hiring me. And I thought it was going to be good, old-fashioned incompetence that precluded me from jobs with places like Deck The Walls and Sam Goody. Ikea won't return my calls. I should have told them I'm Swedish.

I start a housesitting job next week, and then another the week after that, which is good because I just found out I owe $95.00 for an ordinance I broke loitering in a park past 10:00PM. I'm contesting it, though, as, I imagine, will be the thirteen other hoodlums cited that night at Linwood.

The Superior Hiking Trail was cool, though it rained our final night and morning there and drenched us pretty well for the final hour-and-a-half hike out of the woods on Sunday. And mosquitoes made life pretty difficult, though not entirely unbearable. Thankfully, Kelsey brought insect repellent. The hike also, finally, did in my almost three year-old Adidas shelltops and my sandals have taken up residence at the bottom of Egge Lake, in which I do not recommend swimming.

Plans were to attend the July 23 Dead show in Wisconsin. But plans may have to change.