Home Sweet Humboldt

Sky left this afternoon for Humboldt, in our car packed to the gills with wellies, hiking boots, lamps, blankets, and power tools. He’s building a small sleeping platform on the land so that next time we visit and it’s hot we’ll be able to sleep out in the fresh air.

I’m going to be home all by my lonesome for a week and a half, before I hop on a plane to join him for 10 days. I’m looking forward to bacherlorette-hood: ice cream for dinner, watching bad movies, and forgetting to brush my teeth. I’m pretty stoked.

I’m looking forward to the vacation, because things have been a bit, ooooh tense here lately? Libraryland has been fraught with stressed out patrons, stressed out coworkers and by extension, stressed out Jen.

Wait – I’m actually not sure I can eat ice cream for dinner, now that I think of it. Sky and I saw Food Inc. a few nights ago, and I didn’t really know what I was in for. I thought it was more of a hippie-mellow “hey buy organic stuff, okay?” kind of movie, not a PETA style reminder of why I’m vegetarian and how if I were a better person I’d be vegan, too. I’ve watched a lot of PETA stuff, so it’s not shocking, but it’s still stuff I can’t watch. There’s a reason I don’t eat the alive (okay, dead) stuff. I had to cover my eyes and even plug my ears for long periods of the movie. I’m feeling extreme guilt over the few fishies I’ve eaten in the last few months. Sorry, fishies. I hope you died as painlessly as possible.