It's after six pm and the sun has gone down a while ago. I'm still here in the log store, chipping away at the pile of paperwork that I have to do. I'm waiting on either the call of the expats over in the office or the call of my empty stomach to tear me away from my work. Then we all pile in the car and head up to the house for dinner.
That sounds good right about now.
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