grasshopper

I had some bad dreams last night. Part of the reason, I think, is that I’ve been reading short stories by Anton Chekhov the last few days and they started filtering into my dreams. Or at least some parts of the stories, some of the feelings, did.

I’m back in Fort Collins now. The bus out of Gillette was about three hours late which was actually pretty nice because the Gillette depot has long couch-like seating that you can stretch out on and sleep. Which is what I did.

Then it was miles of prairie and rolling grassland.