Nothing to report this time. My time in Aramac ends in the slow lane. Merv took my on another motorbike ride, which nicely bookended my time here, I think.
It's good we're (Axelle & I) leaving, I think, because several men, young and old, have taken to knocking on our door/trying to get in at night. They're harmless, but we nevertheless barricade ourselves in and draw the curtains tight. Sigh. It's such a burden to be so coveted. I'm joking, it's not a burden. (I'm joking about that too).
We had another breakfast on Sunday-- Judy made us omelettes with lots of vegetables that I never usually like (ie mushrooms and cooked tomatoes), but it was delicious. My body sang Hallelujah at the nutrients it was receving. I had also mentioned that I had a sweet tooth, so Judy surprised me with a banana coconut cake (I am allergic to coconut) (and also I hate it). Obviously I ate tons of it anyway...rough.
I could go on, but I don't want to bore you with these trivialties that only I find interesting. Have a Happy Thanksgiving and eat extra portions for me. I'll celebrate with a king-sized Snickers bar, maybe cutting it Seinfeld style to make it seem more special.
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