It's the same drive as this time last week - this time without Alice or cats, but with my car full of my books, and all the things that we forgot the first time around, and all the things that one brings that one really isn't going to leave, like five lemons. I usually love driving these 800 or so miles on my own, because I do so much thinking - so much sky (which started to get interesting just on the last forty or so miles to Winslow). But - cerebrally, nothing much happened. Am I still exhausted from the semester, and just in wind-down mode? Please tell me my brain isn't going to stay vacant …?
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