Oh Hey

Does anyone ever read this anymore?

I'm thinking not.

But you can't not write things because people won't read them. That's not the purpose of writing.

I'm presently sitting on The Porch of the Health Center. I've capitalized it because this small cement block has become camp's nucleus of hilarity and hi jinks in the short four weeks I've been here.

The hilarity and hi jinks are difficult to describe. Pictures may be forthcoming.

In any case, I'm enjoying being Dr. Phil's "associate" and upholding the mission. On a team.

I'll openly admit that I find commandeering the HC with my official-looking walkie talkie holstered to my hip a satisfying power trip.

And there's still that Swede. Our children wouldn't exactly be Aryan, but they would be beautiful and exotic.

I'm just sayin'.