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June 30, 2017
I am home. At the end of the day, the week, the month, that is all that matters. I will sleep in my own bed for the next week, with no green flashing light, no thunking on the ceiling. I will enjoy being home - and eating from the garden, which is going full-tilt. Tonight's salad is very home-grown: all the lettuces were fresh cut tonight, with thin-shaved baby carrots and striped beets just pulled from the ground, and a handful of fresh peas. The raspberries, blackberries and red and black currants are all nearing full ripeness. Yum!