September 13, 2026
Weekend spent at Lake Logan at choir camp. Hated it the least in memory. A red-shouldered hawk awaited me when I pulled into the lodge parking. In remarkably good voice. My frozen dozens of Christmas cookies finally found consummation. Arrived home and slept four hours.
I experiment with PT on Tuesday, which is well, for I could barely make it up the modest slope between the dining hall and the lodge.
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