Exodus Damage refers to the first John Vanderslice song I ever heard (and also mistook for a Bright Eyes tune). I actually thought the song was called Dance Dance Revolution cuz that’s the chorus. I have a cool mix of this that was on one of the Alias eps. I listened to him all the way up to Manchester, Vermont yesterday (about 3.5 hours and a slightly harrowing nine mile drive on an unpaved and sometimes eroding route 121 (note it is decidedly worse to try to take photos or videos with the Dash while driving vs. texting..TRUST this) to rendezvous with the peeps in Grafton Village. I had plenty of time to ponder why my own exoduses are often damaged in that every time (I) go away, even IFF for a day, there is a measured amount of aggravation that accompanies said pleasure of getting away. No pleasure without pain, if you will. I made it through the first week relatively unscathed and with bunches of beautiful flowers that kept appearing on my desk. I always forget how crazed the first few weeks of September are until it happens again. 
I have to get a cat sitter for Kramer and I had to fit in a meet and debrief (and get some extra keys made) with the owner’s assistant before heading out of town. The first aggravation came in the form of the assistant locking herself out of her own car the first night we were to meet. Not a confidence builder. The second aggravation came when Home Depot ran out of the key I needed and I searched high and low for any mom and pop hardware shop still open on a Friday after 6pm. I really need to figure out the GPS on my phone b/c I keep running into the problem of only googling one or two things when I need SIX. Manchester (and Vermont) is quite beautiful this time of year and I am glad I got a chance to join the Bond girl and her gang before the foliage fanatics descend upon New England. This weekend also revealed that there was a board game void in my life that I needed to rectify. For the first time ever I played Balderdash (not a favorite, but I quite enjoyed getting people to vote for my fake associations (SOBC – Sudanese of British Columbia and BLTI – British Liturgical Tamborine Inc.), Scategories (love this game…the zA Brit and I both picked “Nero” as our hero. I naively asked the group if my hero could be a bad hero. Reply from S-with-a-pH: “Yes…that would be a ‘villain’”. Tough crowd them peeps. I also got a couple of eyebrows to my gerund induced phrase for the funnest reason I can think of for being late to work..this became a running joke for the rest of the night), 90’s Trivial Pursuit (really there is no value in knowing any of the internet trivia from this time period. I hate Trivial Pursuit will never play it again), Uno and Poker (I beat the boys twice). Sadly, we never got to Scotland Yard. My small group social skills are solid.
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