Hours away from departing from San Jose.
House hunting in Florida for a week.
On the verge of throwing things off the rat-infested balcony. These are the moments that try women’s souls and hearts. How all this shit got into the car in the first place is beyond me.
This will pass. I see blue sky and hours to write and then more hours beyond that. In the meantime where the hell do I put the last three bags?
Will write from the house-search highway.
Please pass the wine.