Driving Home

We woke up before dawn and headed out to beat the traffic and have a full day to recover. And clean. The dust, good god the dust. Breakfast in Reno (the waitress was asking about the burn). A swim in lake Tahoe on the way across the Sierra. Salvadorian dinner in "Frisco" with Bri and a good old fashioned pass-out on the couch after driving the 1 home. The electric cellist CD was killer for letting your mind wander and reflect on society, your personal experience of things and the radically different everything that had just happened. It felt very sideways and scrambled, in a very good way.