After a weekend of feeling how I assume this camel must feel, I took a shot and waited for Summer’s bus to get back to town.
Five hours of melting in the sun later, they showed up and I’m happy to report that things worked out. I’ve been bitter and cold for so long that I kind of forgot how not to be. It’s time to raise that guy from the dead. He wasn’t perfect either, but he was definitely less cynical, and probably a bit nicer too. At least he acted like it.
You’re dumb, and I hate you. Welcome home.