But not all that back. I'm exhausted, jetlagged, and having to re-enter real life, all at once. Blech.

But the river's still where I left it, though I didn't see any ducks at dawn this morning, when jetlag kicked me out of bed. Three cormorants were drying their wings on the pilings, though; and tomorrow I go out to the Rancho, where the geese, no doubt, are practicing their V's for the fall trip south.