Chicanery.

The next week is going to be hectic; I sense it already.

Tomorrow, Saturday, I am going to Oly for a family day/tuna roast (harvest?) dinner.

And Sunday, I will be heading to the larger nation to the north, to greet the Youngest of the Davie family. Then on Monday, I will greet the parents.

And then chicanery will follow until Wednesday when I return to Seattle, to more job searching, working, possibly a trail at Lark later in the week, plus some requested social engagements.

I am in demand. Why does it sometimes feel as if everything happens at once? But I've found that's when things come together, so in the end, you've accomplished tons, and have a moment of retrospective.

I marvel constantly at the way this lifetime on our planet plays out....