After a lovely stay at Pennsic, we’re home again as of last night. As of now, the truck and trailer are unpacked and their contents are in the living room. Yurt wall is strewn across the backyard and a nylon tarp is draped across the fence.

The first layer of dust has been scrubbed off my feet. My hair still smells like campfire smoke.

Laundry shall commence tomorrow.

Tennyson was large, gray and in the way for much of the unpacking process.

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