We bought m&ms at the glorified gas station that boasts Area 51 merchandise and a brothel. And we got gas too. What’s the name of that junction? Lathrop Wells, Ming tells me.
There was an old man sitting on the porch. I wished him a good morning. He told me, “Have a good trip,” when I left. He was like a magical man. Where if you say good morning to him in a fairy tale, you’ll get the fairy tale reward.
Our home is such a mess. My desk has too many piles–I need to excavate. But everything seems to belong here. But that is wrong.
Yesterday I got a paper cut opening an envelope in a way I know I shouldn’t. I got a sweet Thanksgiving card from S. She says we live exemplary lives, which tickles me.
Ming’s eating canned corn with pepper for breakfast. I have tea. I hope you have a good day.