Blasted machines. Color me frustrated. Spent much of the morning composing a very long post…about events leading to and just after my birthday, including a couple of days in a treehouse (with a whirlpool) in Duluth, and the best gift ever that happens to be the weirdest book in the world. But it was all lost. I swear I’d been saving. Repeatedly (should have been using pico instead of flipping notepad). Yet when this beast crashed it took my beautiful post down with it. All right, maybe it wasn’t beautiful…but it was certainly well researched. I may try to recreate it…when I’m feeling more energetic. And less frustrated. For now, the Duluth photos are available for viewing…without the backstory. Sigh.
