Fatigue Melts Away

Well, I’ve had seven cups of tea, and washed away the grime of the car, and slept more than three hours, so it must be that we’ve survived the first leg. The children are all draped about on my grandmother’s immaculate Belgian furniture–the very same from when I was toddling round three decades ago. They are arguing about how often it’s acceptable to use the word “like” in a single sentence. So far I think we’re like hours away from a consensus. My grandmother is cooking and my mother is doing the laundry and I’m sitting here like a stupid entitled special snowflake. As soon as I’ve posted this I’m going to leap and clean something, anything, to salve my guilty conscience.

The drive from San Antonio to Murrieta was completely gorgeous. It was so stunning that the children’s gaze was often arrested away from their glimmering screens to gape at the mountains and valleys and those huge amazing cacti that I had thought existed only in movies.

And now I’m going to make my way to some purveyor of goods so that I can buy some important items. I hope I remember what they are by the time I get there.