Did that. They seem to have migrated. The list of things that happened/went wrong/diverged and/or changed from leaving the confines of Espinoza to arrival here at Hurricane (no fancy property name) seems to have grown a life of its own.
I don’t know anything any more. Walmart is almost five miles away and every time I come down the hill back into town, my photo gets taken for going 47-49 in a 45 zone. With no front plates on the BB SUV I guess John law will have to hunt me down.
At least its far enough away to get the cab of the truck all toasty before I have to park and go into a building.
Use your brake!
I got my hair cut by a hairdresser Elen went to while she was home at Thanksgiving. It looks much better, although not perfect like when Jamie was doing it. My last haircut, right before we went to South Carolina, was not well done.