Separation anxiety

It's hard being separated from my computer and the wonderful world it opens up. Or does it? Just illusion, all of it. Nothing's changed. The info was always there, it just took months or years to track it down in 1956 and now just a blink of an eye sometimes has that obscure scrap dancing in your vision. I am hosting a remote campground. I am meeting some of the strangest people in the world and many bears. I took a raft trip with a wild man and the raft started to deflate. We made it down the river and hitch hiked back to his car so we could pick up the raft. It was a bit like the Dukes of Hazard crossed with Deliverance except lets face it I'm no Daisy Mae and them good old boys had better teeth than this guy who fell 45 feet out of a tree he was rigging and killed all his teeth. I have to buy groceries, take the dogs on the beach again and then retreat to my mountain fastness. TTFN.