The Cuervo Gold. The fine Co-lumbian. The working boy sometimes just has to choose. So

The furnished apartment. Someone else chose where the windows went in. Their chosen bedspace might be a little small, but it’s a bedspace right now tonight, with no effort, no extra expense, and no waiting for your own self to carve and clean and choose.

Or:

A hard steel prison box with no windows at all, until you do choose where they go, and how big the bed, and which direction it points, and look at those nice flattened wheel wells even–nothing and nothing is in the way of Perfection, except time and money and effort.

*** Who am I. ***

I tried to decide which was the smart thing and which was the brave thing this time, but the rubric doesn’t fit with precision; even that has to be built from scratch this time either way.

Life isn’t hard the same way it used to be. It’s a different level and sort of difficulty.

What we (and I do mean we this time too) know is that there’s essentially no way to lose with the Tioga. It’s worth more than they’re asking already.

Also, it’s parked near the Red Rocks outside of Lost Wages, NV.

And we will be there anyway, in a little over ten days.

If the god decides that it sells before that, okay.

But if it’s still available then, we’re going to make a play.

I think that’s all for now and I hope you’re enjoying the respite from politics. I sure am.