Well, I was going to take her on abo walk, but could you disturb this?
The decision to come down here was made Friday night. I left yesterday at 1 and got here at 11:30 last night. The trip was fine, except for a small chunk of time I went missing in California's version of the Bermuda Triangle, a place appropriately called Lost Hills. I had no cell service and could not tell what direction I was heading. I realized I was heading the wrong way, turned around, then found the exit I had just left, only it should have been on the other side of the road. That was very strange- I normally have a very good sense of direction. I thought I might be in a horror movie. Everything looked the same and I couldn't tell if I remembered it from August or twenty minutes ago. This is the part of a long drive known as despair.
Eventually I got free and made it to Dad's on time. Tracy says it really must have been the Bermuda Triangle, because I didn't lose any time. I should have lost at least an hour.
So Laura's on her way to come pick me up so we can go pick up Dad. For right now, though, the nap swing is singing its siren song.
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