Back to SD

It’s been two months.

”How long are you going to be gone for.” My roommate had asked.

“I am planning for two weeks…but it is weird feeling like I am packing not really knowing how long I will be gone.”

Maybe it was PTSD from 911 when I left for Tahoe for one week, stayed for two and only returned long enough to gather my things, ship them to Tahoe and fly myself back.

It seemed easy enough to close my eyes and make that transition back then, though in retrospect I didn’t handle it 100% well. Do we ever?

Now I am heading back to Tahoe. Nothing really is boarded up in the towns up here. Everyone has a gun.

In my upscale area in SD – businesses are boarded up. I don’t want to see it. Dystopian landscapes are haunting.

I am worried the turkey eggs that I covertly snuck under the brooding chickens will hatch without me. I’d rather be here for that than anything going on in the city.

But also I am excited to see what is created here while I am gone. Everything is changing so fast and I am learning how to trust Claude as best I can to navigate his own landscape.

I need to pack now. More to come I assume. Going to check out some of the chicks down the street at the feed store before I leave. Maybe I will reserve some to raise when I return. Also – I need to research round pens.

Ps – Work said remote is permanent. Have decided then to sit tight and use the “extra” time to focus on creating and farm life. Better than making more $$ but also more stress and production pressure….