Destination: El Paso, TX then upwards to Las Cruces, NM. Details Weather? Blowing dust advisory.
In other news, “Women are at their cattiest when ovulating.” (Not sure that really qualifies as news.)
Thought I’d linked this before, the five stages of beer. There’s a 6th stage of beer, too, but only for folks who live in trailer parks.
After a late lunch at the Hula Hut with a Pisces, wherein I’d wished I’d taken a camera because the fish has been painted again, I came home and fished for a spell. I could see my finned brethren in the creek’s water, but alas, they all deigned to dine on my bait. I just wanted another photo op under the dark of the moon.
I checked my suitcases. The other evening, as I was folding laundry, all I did was take clean clothes, fold them up and drop them back into the suitcase. Been one of those long, extended times when the suitcase is more a home than home.
I sat on the bed and looked at the wall of books, trying to figure out what text I should carry with me. Something easy to read. Something about travel. What are some of the greatest road stories every told? Personally, I’ve found Fear and Loathing to be one of the finest travel tales, ever. Other options? Life on the Mississippi[/I>? Better yet, Huck Finn[/I>? How about the ultimate road trip, The Odessey[/I>?
Far West Texas, Mexico, Southern New Mexico, all that terrain begs for Cormac McCarthy material, but I won’t have time to finish one of those.
