Somehow we’ve made it to Barstow. We’ll rest here for a while.
A came over last night and stayed till after 1am doing his laundry and talking to me–Kali, cyclical universes, gathering his energy back after his accident, hoarding, ocd. Also he played my guitar.
So we weren’t sleeping till 1:30am and got a later start than we intended this morning.
I have coffee I’m using for the caffeine but with mixed success. Ming got a huge strawberry shake at Mad Greek.
Panera is so bougie. A song is playing from when I was a teenager, and I know every word.