Well, I’ve only got a few hours. It’s way too quiet this morning. Tarri should be here soon. I keep having weird dreams about Pahaska and various old friends and spiders.
I’m spending the night at Pahaska, just like old time, only better. If I’d had more money I would have rented out the Big House, but this will do. There are many good and bad memories attached to that place. One of the best was the night I spent up there with Nick at some kind of work party years ago. I woke up in the morning and made myself a cup of coffee, borrowed a cigarrette from someone, and sat on the front porch watching the sun come up over the snow covered mountains.
I got everything I wanted back then. And today is just the beginning.