The hardest part of a long weekend is falling asleep at a reasonable time on the last night of it. I slept in until 5:40 or so on Monday because I forgot to set my alarm, so when bedtime came last night, I wasn't quite ready for it. So it wasn't the longest night of sleep ever, but I wanted to get out for a nice long walk because I knew I'd be on conference calls all afternoon. When I decided I wanted to go really far, I decided Langus was the place. I've come to really like the strange beauty in the darkness there.

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