It’s Sunday, and it’s late, and I’ve been flipping through old (1989) diary entries trying to figure out which ones to include as the chapter openers in Moose. "This one reveals too much too soon." And writing about fasting on Yom Kippor won’t fit with the chapter about measurements and before photos. Should I sort them chronologically so they make sense and have an arc of their own, or just pepper them as they fall? Oh, decisions. That’s where I am now. The problem is, there are a lot of entries from before camp, but there are only four chapters before I even arrive at camp.
Oh, how I wish I had time to blog about Cashmere Mafia, though. Maybe later. So for now… the pout of the precious. More photos here >>