Blue Mounds.

A good day. Bernd flew in at 1:00 in the morning and I woke up somehow one minute before his car pulled into the driveway, heard him unlocking the door and mounting the stairs, and then his fuzzy outline was in the room and he was shedding the dress shirt I had pressed so carefully for his Big Interview and crawling sleepily into bed.

This morning, we intended to go canoeing but found white caps on Lake Mendota, so we lounged on a hill overlooking the lake and pointed out cloud shapes and marveled at the bold windsurfers who braved the choppy water. This is what I always want to do.

Then we moved on to Blue Mound State Park, overcrowded with bikers participating in the Horribly Hill Hundreds.









I'm ready for whatever happens now on the Google front. If we stay, we stay. If we go, it's bound to be a great adventure.