It’s the little things …

Like running the cold tap and burning my hands because its 40 degrees plus outside.

Like being glued to my seat for ten minutes waiting for the two inch scorpion to decide there’s nothing interesting in my office and finally leaving.

Like waiting five days for a coffee resupply (when I truly was the grumpiest man this side of the Mason Dixie).

Like taming the desert mouse enough to jump up onto my knee to take a bit of biscuit from my fingers, and the camera sticking due to a grain of sand blocking the action.

Ahhhh, I’ll be home soon, and I know I’ll miss it, till the next time.


About bobleponge216

Elderly rotund toothless male seeks wilderness to travel to.
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