declusion, its a hell of a word

So, how about that summer, I cant believe there are still schmucks up north who still have snow in their yards.

That being said, I am dieing to return to the north. The siren song of lakes, trees, and other peoples couches. Oh and hills... the closest hill to this cow pasture turned campus is several kilometers away and is a sickly bump, so hopefully our triathlon is relocated the the cobalt slag flats or something. whats worse is the only source of water is a drainage creek behind the school, and for a city of 433,000 that's some filthy murk. I'm sure it was cleaner when it was just cattle run off.

So safe to say, I am completely enamored with the very thought of summer. There is much to be accomplished adventures of all sorts to be had in the days of sunshine. so my brothers let us complete our spring harvests so we can spend the summer watch our rye grow.

McK