Drinking hot chocolate by the bowlful, I'm waiting out the flash flooding to return with my pup to my soggy tent in the woods of north central Massachusetts.  The sky is ablaze with the first glimmer of sunset, and I am grateful for the rain.  For fungal diversity and earthworm invasions especially.  It's been a rollercoaster of a field season, full of lots of time alone thinking about life and worms.  I am in the middle of a sampling blitz, collecting samples like mad before classes start up again.