emergent properties

i am becoming more like my beloved 203.

i came close to reserving a room at the holy econolodge for this weekend's trip to the fortress of solitude.

instead i booked a campsite. i haven't car camped alone in forever, that is to say, since my hikamping adventure began some time ago.

but this trip isn't all fun and games, it's a fact finding mission, too, gathering intelligence for the wedding. i've got to scope out the area as i've never scoped it out before; looking for bathrooms and easy-access trails and measuring elevation change and things like that which probably won't even be useful. still, has to be done, and what a place to do it, eh?

normally i'd treat myself to a fancy dinner when visiting, but this time i reckon i'll have camp food for dinner, or, worse, subway. yum!

but of course, this all ties in with what i said initially.

not to mention tying in with another flash of bathtub insight: lately, just as i get around to settling into my routine, my routine changes. oh well, such will be my life.