Leftovers...

I woke up Monday afternoon in my bed for the first time in 9 days and immediately got up to find shade before it got too hot. Imagine my confusion when I found that I wasn't on the playa. It took me a while to get over that one.

I keep forgetting to flush the toilet.

When the sun goes down I want to holler.

I have a restless urge to wander about and find good music to dance to when night falls.

I refuse to wash the playa from my flip flops/hat/bike/camel back...

I miss sleeping under the stars.

My miss my camp mates and the best neighbors EVER!

I can't believe the jungle juice is all gone...well, actually, yes I can. :o)

I can't seem to wipe the smile from my face, nor do I want to.

*sigh* life is good.