Shell shock

At long last, all that was evacuated is back, and almost all of it unpacked—including the camera cord! Being the most challenging to evacuate, the tortoise stayed at the safe house until the fire was GONE. And it's GONE.

Despite having spent all but two weeks of her 15 years on this little side street, she seemed pretty cool about her adventure. Considering that she got to ride in the Official Vehicle and wear a special silvery name tag (note the duct tape), she seems reluctant to talk about it. Notice the moving out of frame "no comment" shot.


Then again, it's difficult to detect enthusiasm in a tortoise. She holds her cards close to her chest (metaphorically speaking, since even if she had thumbs, her legs are too short to give her much choice in the matter).

Speaking of reluctance and tortoises and legs, tomorrow is the marathon. I'll be thinking of this big lug, my 80 pound symbol of endurance, as I'm enjoying some music and Gatorade. Hopefully, I'll have some good stories to tell when I get back.