The Georgia Factor

This should not be considered the Georgia state bird, though the little bastards swarm with pride whenever I step outside. A reminder to get my butt back to Oregon, pronto.

I've had sweet tea, seen deep-fried everything, and said y'all at least five times that I know of. It's comforting and a little scary how easy it is to slip into the past.

I've had a great time seeing friends in between packing and trying to keep abreast of writing and promotions. But hey, three more days and I'm back for the Bite of Bend, one of the many festivals (of my new home town) filled with food and drink. Tick tick tick. Time to get back.