.. Martha is, which is why I don’t have much time to write.
Used up my internet time writing my parents and arranging a hostel in Melbourne, so I will just say for now that I am blogging from a computer whose predecessor was fried when a little lizard took refuge somewhere inside it. I don’t quite understand how that worked, but it was a rare lizard and Martha was quite disappointed.
I’m on a little farm in New South Wales, working with a family of migratory beekeepers. We hit the road tomorrow where there will be more adventure and less internet. Rest assured that I am safe, sound, and the happiest. Slept 14 hours when I got here. Not sure how that happened.
Better get to those pancakes.