We got up early, fasting, and both dropped off a little dose of blood at the cool non-standard doctor.

The other major adventure was looping around through greater Cornville to the Oak Creek Vineyards. We’re members because she said so, and the perqs of membership are growing–there’s talk of an exclusive clubhouse, ain’t we fancy.

We had a flight of the latest, brought home a case of goodness, and rocked back through Prettytown without even stopping because we’ll be back there tomorrow for an extended round of errands. I got some quality footage of the Vaaiir dropoff coming down the Rim, and that famous red rock country. The video it belongs in is slowly coming together in my head.

With luck, after tomorrow, voting and car maintenance and all, real life can begin again. By which I mean: getting the RTT installed at last, on the beautiful truck that is, knock wood, running like a dream.

These days are both prosaic and full. I listen to them carefully and I feel good, not with the intensity of those writing nights of rain, but with the blessings of clear skies and temps near 70 once more. Glory.