Days 13 and 14 of However Many – 50 Cents

Posted on August 27, 2020 by Jan Wilberg

I’m not even sure which day this is. That’s how feral I’ve become.

The half and half is curdling in my coffee and I don’t care. That’s how feral I’ve become.

This, after spending the two nights before last night in hotels, ostensibly because it was too hot (92+) but really, in my mind, because the campgrounds we drove through were too creepy. It doesn’t take long, though, to go feral. Just spend a night in a $19.99 tent with a 70-lb dog and have it rain a bit, just enough to dampen things up.

As I sit here with my Coleman stove perked coffee in my camping kit red plastic cup, I think why aren’t I making this an “On Walden Pond” experience and writing great thoughts? Oh wait. Did Thoreau camp? Did Thoreau even write “On Walden Pond” or was it Walt Whitman? I ask my husband if…

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