How many miles have I driven through the desert? Alone?
I came up out of Mexico last week and drove another 700 miles through desert all the way to more desert. California desert, Arizona desert, Mexican desert. All pretty empty.
I made it all the way up here and then? Then my car thermometer went into the hot range. Across the street from the Nissan dealer.
The radiator has been replaced and, other than my now-empty wallet, there has been no stress.
I am a lucky old lady.
Oh, speaking of that old business, my very best friend from when we rode stick horses together mentioned in our little online chat today that we have been friends for 50 years now. Holy Moley.