Small Accidents Synchronicity...and Everything in Its Place

We left Albuquerque (that's the Royale WE, Phoebe and I) around 2:00 in the afternoon and over the next hour and a half made it about 25 miles to Tohajiilee. The sun was hot and we were exhausted from the exertions of departure.

I managed to clear enough space where the front passenger seat used to be to make room for my torso. My feet went atop the cooler....a sort of barque-o-lounger position with a hint of Pilates. I woke two hours later much refreshed. There was a Shaved Ice place about 300 feet (0.09km -- but I put it in FEET for you-know-who....she HATES the metric system!!) away but what with all the Covid & HPV going around, I passed.

ANYWAY, as luck would have it, one of those damn middle-of-the-night farts required a change of drawers. I got out two....Justin Case (he's a relative of Damfino Michelle discovered somewhere along the way).

This morning, when I went to arrange things before morning coffee, I tossed the soiled & chagrined toward the laundry bag and returned the "extra" to their proper place in the luggage. Something about putting things where they belong leant a kinesthesiatic delight to my first morning back outside. Once again I can FEEL what's happening...life isn't "enclosed" in a sheet-rock lozenge surrounded by pavement. And no crotch-rockets winding through their gears.

AAAAHHHHH! Bliss, or nearly; now where IS that woman?


Back in the saddle again, albeit with slightly loose bowels. (Aww, maaaaAAAAAN!!)