I ended up coming home a day early, because it was windy and looked like it’d be raining off and on all day.

The temptation is to think, “See, that’s what you get for trying to recreate last summer’s Perfect Moment,” but to hell with that. Yesterday was just fine — I finished reading a couple of books, did a whole bunch of journalling/thinking/exploration, drew two diary comix, and did a page for “Life on Vega”.

Not that camping is supposed to be about productivity — au contraire — but I feel fulfilled, and it’s nice to be home with Craig and Doug. I can always go back later in the summer.

EDIT: Yay, TCAF shared my videos! So rather than the crappy, self-doubting interpretation I gave it above, perhaps I should read it as “They saved it for last.”

This is the challenge of having (largely unarticulated) dreams that are dependent of other people! So far, though, the TCAF team have been doing a great job, so I assume they’re on top of this (but I sent them an e-mail anyway).

UPDATE: Phew, the TCAF site is all fixed!