88. Greensboro Exodus

Tomorrow we get on a jet plane, my Loves. And I'm not jumping out of this one. We're riding it to Reno to spend a few days with Megan's family and maybe catch up with some Reno friends, and then it's back to Davis. Back to life, back to reality.

Until then I am going to lick this platter of fun clean.

It's time to put our stuff back in our bags;

we climb aboard a plane upon the morrow.

And as we travel west, past Rockies' crags,

my thoughts will joyful be, though tinged with sorrow.

I tended ties I knew were never frayed

but still enjoyed applying knots anew,

did things that I remember “Never!” saying:

I skydived and I got my first tattoo.

It's been a magic month out here, back East,

the best way to ease back to our old life.

What comes next isn't writ, to say the least;

I'm unemployed, and fear the job-get strife.

One last stop, Reno-side, one last stint funning,

and then we hit the ground in Davis running.