Home, mostly. Head full of thinking. This will be the second of two parts, after yesterday. I’m trying not to do that sort of promising any more, but I think this time I’ll come through actually.

Heart pretty full too. I want to do it all right now, but I slept in a rental car last night after a really rough last 50 miles in a snowblind whiteout, and this bed over here is singing me quite a lullaby at five in the afternoon.

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Postscript.

I don’t much feel like telling the last four hundred miles, except to say that I just gave up on making it back on time, and when I finally just ate the extra $125 the bloodsuckers were asking for the additional day, I felt immediately better, came gradually home, came gradually back to myself, and wrote the above, and took a long hot shower and slept eleven hours.

And, that there is now a real and beautiful coffee shop now in the town that is ten miles long and three blocks wide, the one they call Gallup, New Mexico.