A has gone to the Crow Reservation in SE Montana for the week and I'm pretty lonely. She'll be doing this every week for the rest of the summer, though she'll be back each weekend. This is part of her doctoral internship in counseling psychology.

I've realized that I don't turn on the lights very often when she's not around. One good side effect: I write more poems. Tomorrow I have the day off and I think I'll hike up a mountain if it is nice out.