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Eggs, toast... now, more cleaning. I swear this is going to kill me more than the mountain. The place looks torn apart, of course, because this is all deep-cleaning and fixing of things type work, it's not 'make the house look neat' work, at the moment.

Did I mention we saw a mother moose and her calf up at Baxter? From a distance. The mother made a 'gronk-gronk-gronk-gronk-gronk!' at the calf, berating it for being near the water, I guess, and sent it back up into the meadow. It was too little to grass on pond stuff, being only a little larger than a Great Dane.