So I got back Sunday afternoon, slept for 18 hours, caught the Lovely Bride's cold, and am dragging myself around the house like some tomb-lost lich, bemoaning my fate and trying to keep up with various promises.
More later, when I recover. Promise.
Geysers that aren't geysers
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So, as part of our occasional efforts to get off the West Valley Highway,
last Wednesday Janice and I went to Flaming Geyser --which isn't a geyser
an...
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