We are going to Death Valley tomorrow to see the wildflower superbloom. I wonder if that will make it crowded. I love the desert. But the high there tomorrow is 37, and it’s supposed to be windy.
My sleep schedule is so f-ed that I don’t ever have a feel for what time it is. I look inside at my inner clock and it’s just a big question mark.
This neighbor dog sounds like a duck. We’re going to get a free park pass for disabled people.