Arrived back to Rauhallinen Farm and the Northwoods at 1030, after leaving Southwestern Michigan at 2AM, I like to get through Chicago in the wee hours, and additionally, a storm was predicted in lower Wisconsin for later in the day. There were still embers in the outside wood stove, so the fire was easy to fire up. The pellet stove warms the downstairs in minutes, so Benny and I had a toasty warm living quarters to settle into. Looks like we had a bit of snow and then some melt, as the 14 inches left on the ground was crusty. Weekends fly by and it is hard to believe it is time to go back to the clinic tomorrow morning for a full week of patients. Time to get out the dark bag, load the roll of Tri-X Pan I shot downstate, and develop it while listening to NPR in the kitchen.
“Everything else just kept picking and picking, hacking away. And nothing was interesting, nothing. The people were restrictive and careful, all alike. And I've got to live with these fuckers for the rest of my life, I thought.”
― Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye