Went to Minnesota to see some long-losts. My brother would have been there but instead we traded places and probably passed each other on the interstate near Osseo. The leaves are starting to go-go-go. My friend Amelia took this photo of my butt and my favorite sweater, then we climbed a mountain and ate too many desserts and became lumps fused with the floor, occasionally saying things.


Just before Baraboo on the numb-butt restless part of the drive home, all the sunflowers were like this:


Next paycheck I am getting a low-budget camera (the above photo is someone else's) and going back to see them shrivel up and die. Tonight, a lot of writing of the least fun kind.