Have I mentioned how I really do not feel like going to Houston? Well, I don't but I have postponed this trip long enough. Have been packing all day and my mother's living room looks as if I were going camping to Terlingua instead of heading East on I-10.
I do not know why I have been feeling so uneasy like some type of sixth sense. For good measure I packed my gun this time around. Had everything on my checklist but my house keys. Could not find them for the life of me.
I have so many boxes and when company comes, I have to shuffle them around and in a hurry I get sloppy and put important things in places where inevitably I will not remember. Such was the case today, it was a miracle I found them. Of course one of my neighbors has an extra set but she takes so many medications for her aliments that she is sound asleep most of the time and can't hear the telephone.
This evening I went to say good-bye to Walter and fed him a little extra horse pellets for good measure. I am literally beat and I need to get some shut eye for the long drive tomorrow.
Good night. May you all have Terlingua Dreams.