The first real trash day in three weeks, and a remarkably productive one.

I’m sorry to have been incommunicado through it. I am working very hard. In many different ways.

The plan, still, remains intact–on Thursday night or Friday morning we will leave here together and drive back up to the metro of urban richness and suburban doom, via ABQ and little Trinidad at the Raton Pass, as fast as safety allows.

And that on Friday, and Saturday, all energies will be concentrated upon the RME that currently lives at Mr. Auto; on getting it from there to Rocky Mountain Auto for inspection, and, pending a successful inspection … how to pay for it with as little damage to my financial well-being and credit score as possible.

That by Saturday night I will know what the right thing to do is, one way or the other, in the context of this … conscious week … on this rock in space that all we monkeys are flying upon, in what passes for community, in these dark and sober days.

Spaceship of the Planet of the Apes, yeah? Yeah. Let us pray.