K is gonna hafta represent for the next ten days -- I'm off in North Cackalacka for a week, and then visiting my mother. It's kinda hard to explore Pomona from the part of the world where it's 92 degrees (and 92% humidity) at 8:50pm.
As he dropped me off at the airport, K asked, "Is there anything else you want me to do while you're gone?" but I forgot to say "Yeah -- blog!"
That's a snail darter, in case you're wondering.
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How is North Cackalacka these days? I've never been, but the name is quite intriguing.
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