Living out of my car.

Thanks so much for your good wishes for me, and for Annie. Thoughts matter, and intent is huge. I'm very grateful.

Can you see them?

 

I caught this shot by a hare's breadth.

Spud and I scooted out of Tucson yesterday.

Google predicts that trip will take you four hours. Next travel technology: get there via internet, because no car can travel like Google Maps can. I didn't time how long it actually took me, because that  makes me neurotic. Turning off the clock while I stop to rest(room). Putting off the nap so I can get anywhere sooner. It's not a good strategy for me. The trip was longer than I like.

Las Cruces is Cheryl's winter home, and Cheryl's winter home is where I'm resting in the lap of Luxury. When I'm not sitting on Luxury's knee.  [*slap*]  Fresh, Luxury! Luxury and me, we're very close. Cheryl, may your karma always get the gas mileage of a hybrid.

You're reminded of Ang Lee's cinematographic use of US Western scenery to symbolize psychological states?
Oh, sorry. I misheard.

My cousin and friend, Lori, gave me a bottle of this stuff. I make no claims about safety. I only claim that it works. If you've ever had the great good fortune to take diazepam/Valium in times of distress, it feels like that, but without that judgmental look they give you at one ER after another when you start asking for oxycotin for "back pain." I've heard.

What would Judy say here?