A beautiful night with parts of the crew and scattegories. And copious booze. And a cold pool. The first time in a while that I've found my way to bed after two.

Texts from a friend at Sasquatch, breaking my heart by naming off current acts.

Chapped lips and dirty hair. Today is going to be one for staying in. For improper clothes. For multiple small meals all day long. For books and the handmade quilt on our sofa. For strong coffee drowned in cream.

All of these things sound perfect right now.

Tomorrow, I make the farm a not-for-profit. Another thing that sounds perfect. Let's hope that it is.