Every so often...

...I exchange a look with M and one of us says "Look where we live!"


<-- This sort of thing is why. There's a 25-mile-long lake in the middle of the desert about 30 minutes from our front door. Clearly we need to get a tent. I enjoy swimming in it much more than does Lucifer, who is repeatedly chucked into water when we go on hikes. He is not best pleased with this arrangement, but I am convinced that swimming must be in his püdelhund genes.


We are ever so happy to be back home today and no longer surrounded by my family, with whom I am constantly required to put on my best smiley face, ignore homophobia and other assorted idiocies, and pretend not to be disgusted by grotesque effusions of theism. There's much more sanity at home, not to mention desert lakes.