Way, way outside the beltway

When you've had a blog long enough, there's this fun game you can play called "what was I doing exactly one year ago?" It's a nice distraction for the chronically self-absorbed among us, and really, when one has a website dedicated to, um, oneself, there's no getting around truths about certain unpleasant character traits.

So this post is not written to you, internet, but rather to myself one year in the future. I don't know what you were doing yesterday, future self, but I was standing in sacrificial sheep's blood in the rain on top of a mountain with homemade wine in hand, toasting some untranslatable holiday with a village worth of new friends.

God, it's been a weird year.