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Monday, August 7 2017

location: rural Hurley Township, Ulster County, New York, USA

Our Uganda trip came at an unusual time of year for family trips, and so found itself smack up against our pre-arranged Adirondack vacation at the house we adore (referred to by its owner as "Tawista") on Twenty Ninth Pond in Essex County. Today Gretchen packed up her things and the dogs in the Subaru and headed off to that cabin to begin her phase of the Adirondack phase of our summer. Sadly, I would have to stay behind and work; I'd just spent more than a week in Uganda and it was hard to justify continuing my vacation, particularly at a place where one has to climb a hill to get a cellphone signal.
It's fairly relaxing to just be able to work as I want to without the distraction of Gretchen or the dogs. Being on East Africa time, I'd awaken absurdly early, and by early afternoon (soon after Gretchen left) it was already time to start drinking. But I didn't overdo it; I had a workday that I needed to muddle through. The day was a rainy one, and, with Gretchen gone and there being no torque on what to eat, I subsisted on delicious sandwiches (mostly containing bacon-flavored tempeh and sauerkraut), which I made whenever I got hungry.


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