Tired.

I literally JUST walked in the door from hiking Squaw Peak until my legs failed me. I am well and truly beat. I don't know how I manage to lose so many hours to the tops of mountains, but it all just slips away. Before I know it, all my free time is gone, and I need to get to bed.

I'm so sorry I didn't call you when I got down. I meant to, but a series of tiny thing went wrong, the moral of the story being that I'm writing you here instead, which is nowhere near sufficient. :\

I do however, miss you terribly. More than terribly. I miss you all the days. I left behind the Flaubert quote for you, on the tops of mountains, but did not remember to photograph it. Clearly I am failing at all things. I know that this means that it technically never happened, but rest assured, I WILL secure photographic evidence for you within the week.

More CocoRosie. CocoRosie all of the days.