Hour 1 of downtime in the office waiting for the conference call. First time in weeks that                           we’ve been stagnant.

Hour 3 of the post-holiday struggle. Few hours of sleep and an early start means a rough                       morning and the hope of a nap.

Hour 8 of quiet after the fireworks ceased. The entire city went a little crazy, and the                               neighbors put on an impressive display.

Hour 22 since the parade began. Most of it was an all-out war with spectators chucking                         water balloons and paraders flinging candy.

Hour 48 of having no voice. The sore throat of last weeks progressed to a cold, and                               pushing through the weekend cost me the ability to communicate.

Hour 88 since the first guest arrived. Out-of-town CBG interns and friends visited for a                           fun, high-energy weekend.

Hour 111 of being out of cardboard for the press. The many voucher specimens are slow                       to dry without a functioning space heater in the drying cabinet.

Day 43 of loving Lander.

***To some extent, I live day-by-day here. This is a snapshot of my current experience. There is so much more to this internship than is implied here ~ and maybe the next blog post will reflect this ~ or maybe not.

BLM – Lander Field Office.