
There was a Corona bottle around somewhere. Couldn't find it.
Today was five and a quarter hours back, only about half an hour more than the trip down. Heard that Wilco deep cut again, and it turned out 92.3 The Tide had the song in rotation. That station did us well for an hour of today's drive, and the Outer Bank's 99.1 The Sound continued its good work to help us out of town. Hard to be upset at driving away to Positively 4th Street and friends.
(Final note, probably, on Glad It's Over: Casey wrote and helpfully ID'd it as a B-side, and we agreed it should've been on the album. He also pointed me to the studio B-side cut of The Thanks I Get. After hearing the song once on a Sunken Treasure listen, the song didn't jump out at me as unfamiliar when it showed up in the VW commercial with the tow-truck driver and the other one. But listening to the studio track, I'd definitely never heard it before. Spoke well of the song.)
The week ended well, with a return to Fisherman's Wharf (mini-post coming later), two dinners with the cousins, one of those dinners with sound-caught fish, certainly no terrific fireworks display from law-abiding relatives, a beach rescue, an almost kitesurfer, and a 4th night with friend and colleague Kristin, her cool friends and their accomplice red convertible — Kitty Hawk fireworks, house party briefly with a shirtless man in jean shorts and an American flag cap, at least we know we're free, and Kelly's club stylings that apparently started sometime after the cousins ate dinner there earlier that night — before getting up early today to drive off. The buried driveway made for long packing, but sandcrabs fleeing suitcases were good times.

Missed a barbecue this afternoon, but caught the 9th of the Yankees saving Mike's victory and began to return life to normal. How normal: New water filter, new shower curtain, groceries. Tomorrow's final day off is necessary. Ryan Adams' Follow the Lights EP is substituting for sand right now. It move, like the lyrics say, like the summer breeze.