Country in the Girl

I am back from the cottage.
Neighborhood Hottie did not call. As previously mentioned, we shall not speak of this again.

The cottage.
I always forget that the cottage always leaves me feeling strange. Or rather, I always leave the cottage feeling strange. For a million reasons.

The short version is that it was fabulous to get out of the city for a few days. The country is SO QUIET. The stars come down to the ground and there are millions of them. The milky way is within arm's reach. It was great to see Maury and my parents, aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents and great uncle. We ate many great meals including fresh raspberries and enjoyed many fine libations including Bombay gin and some kinda fancy assed bourbon. We played board games and barbequed. We told ghost stories and freaked ourselves out. We had coffee on the beach one morning, we soaked up rays one afternoon. We had water fights in the pool. My cousin & I went whale watching on a Zodiac. It was awesome in the truest sense of the word. I love watching whales.

I've got a brain full of mumbo jumbo but am too exhausted to form a thought. A long day of studying for a midterm awaits me with the sunrise.

I wonder if it will be strange not to be woken by the birds.