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July 17, 2015–Day 12 Chattanooga, TN

A rooster crowed at 3:33, 4:44, and just kept on going hourly.  I was thankful there was no crow this morning, like yesterday, answering back. Somewhere in the five o’clock hour I had nudged Scott and told him it was raining, so that he could help me put the fly on the tent.  He responded, “I know about it. Don’t worry about it.” I was rather tired, and so I rolled over even with the slight water torture on my head every now and then.  It turns out Scott did not remember the conversation at all.  The conversation only came up because he was wondering why everything was slightly damp. We laughed about it later as it seems to be his default statement to cover all of my concerns. “I know about it. Don’t worry about it.”