old bus

When I was about 10, I read a newspaper article about a guy who fitted out an old bus and followed autumn every year, from Canada down to the Gulf.

That sounded like the best plan I'd ever heard. I wanted one so bad!  Drew out floor plans to scale and everything.

At one point, I needed to know the dimensions of a twin bed and asked all the grownups in the house at the moment. My favorite aunt laughed and fetched the Sears Roebuck catalog, and we looked up the measurements. Later she said to my mother, "The things you have to know to keep up with this kid!"

Well, I may not have a bus . . . but I have Kit, and I'll head for the Southwest this winter.

switching tracks

I slept a lot today -- big nap! Woke up feeling dismal but actually made myself stop it. Don't quite know how I did that, but I'd better figure it out. Fine now.

It felt like -- when I woke up, my brain was running on old circuits, and somehow I switched them to the newer path. I remember thinking, "I'm just NOT going to think like that," and I got up and took Wm out and drank some leftover coffee, and pretty soon I felt fine. Could it really be that easy, if the newer path has been established?

That would be something like, "All that agonizingly hard work paid off in the end."