Wait, What was That Again? Wait, What was That Again?

I’m back on the Isle of Mull; it’s been almost exactly a year since I left this place, determined to come back to here and to Scotland in general. And here I am, back back (to Cali, Cali), with my suitcase on the floor and my facestuff cluttering the bathroom until Tuesday morning. I’ve seen Laura and Derwyn and Sleazy Charming and Morrison and all I need to do now is see Baby Munro and I will just squeal with glee and fall over. Morrison has also given me shifts at the pub so I am clearing tables and serving food and bantering with staff and trying not to spill shit on customers while trying to act like I know what I’m talking about… like when I’m asked what the soup of the day is and I reply “tomato and basil” when in fact it’s been changed to “cream of mushroom” for the late afternoon crowd.

Life is so good.