In the morning word came through in the hardest, stupidest way that the kid with the cheap Silverado had reneged and sold it out from under us.

That reignited this pissed feelings from the night before, but not to any serious depth. I never loved that truck anyway. It was just real cheap and I had to hope for it.

So errands. Back to the ranch. Holiday trip, finis. Now such bits of gravy that were found in a week-long recuperation and recovery from it. Spotty. Off-topic if there is such a thing. Let’s go.