‘They don’t know what the fuck they’re doing’

It’s not that I care any less now, about the politics or war or the war machine.

I’m just caring more, about other things.

I never did yet tell you about the incident with the check engine light, or how it turned out not to matter at all, except for the glitch of fear it caused in me.

I haven’t even edited the big pile of trip video.

I think that as I sink down into being home again I will probably be talking about what’s next.

It starts with a ball joint for the pickup and getting the RME looked at by a second expert closer to home.

Then, a hitch.

And how the road may someday loop back to Argenta del Norte.

The fun stuff.