The darkest day before a sort of dawn.

For at least a couple weeks, as my never-published draft post had it, “my head still ha(d) two big looming unanswered questions banging around inside of it”. The questions were about cargo trailers and doublewide trailers and tiny houses and that stuff–basically the tradeoffs among the potential methods for getting down to the last home city in some way very soon, if indeed that was going to be possible at all.

There were no answers that seemed quite convincing to me, and it was starting to wear down on me badly.