Elevenses

Grinding up from out of the post-trip muck. Today was all about tripping down to the nearest big little town, signing things, shifting cash, certified priority mail with return receipt requested and the other minutiae of rehoming one’s owning.

We celebrated completion with the best available mex n’ margaritas, which were maybe a little above average.

I’m still a bad person on one score, but maybe tomorrow that gets fixed too.