Five hours back to the north point, to the dustiest decadence ever. As soon as we arrive we get dinner and she suddenly realizes that she left her wallet in the bathroom at that last coffee stop. She calls, and somehow at six in the evening on Labor Day, there is still someone answering the phone, and yes, they have it.

So we dive down into a fitful sleep and head back down at dawn. I’ve never made this whole round trip in one day, but now that’s one more brand-new thing. It all goes smoothly enough. By the end of Tuesday I’m fair well wrecked though, and for the next two days I’ll be just recovering from the adventures, trying to see my way clearly, weighing the fear and the fruit trees in a semi-conscious fog as the laundry goes into the washer, into the dryer, onto the folding table, and all this in a trance because of this fresh hot amazing internet connection, the ultimate distraction.

And as I finish filling in the gaps I’m rested at last and it’s Friday and I have so very much work to do of the deepest and most soulful kind too.