“No, your other left, motherfucker!”
–my sister’s idea of what her GPS would sound like if I could be the voice of it

That made me laugh with more depth than I have in a while.

Love you sis.

They’re down the road again, drinking the best Anaprim coffee from the source. I’m alone again at the lovely crumbly casita, working on five hours sleep, but moderately and properly caffeinated myself, and feeling fine and fierce.

Now, onto hydration, walking, scheming, breaking lists into better lists, and doing it all in some more or less belletristic way as best I can.

As One Does.