Back to routine, and the rain.

August 7, Oregon.

Night jump out of Kelleys Island, as always, and I waited on the mainland for Fridman, who was on the last ferry, crossing late for the circus at one in the morning, so we could travel together.
We arrived at three, got lost and drove almost all the way to Toledo, parked ourselves on the dark lot, got up late.
No school but practice again, back to routine.
It is raining.