Drove a lot today. Went the long way through the Sierras. The Spaceship handled it just fine, which bodes well for the upcoming Smog Test (we've been studying, but Spacey's not really the academic type). Cooled off in a small, dirty lake by the side of the freeway and almost got hit by a jet ski. Thought some more about whether or not I believe in magic. Was newly charmed by the shape of Joshua trees. Ate dinner in a brand new mall in a brand new town on the edge of the desert. Realized phone charger was still at Squaw, and pulled into South Coast just as Best Buy was becoming good and closed.
It's nice to be home, but I'm reverting to bad habits (one of the first things I did was the crossword puzzle in a LAT magazine that Tia had left on the table) and my Squaw poems are starting to lose that glow conferred by (even mandatory) workshop praise. Must have actual laurels before resting. Trader Joe's?
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