Every story has a murder

I was supposed to wake up at 5am but it was more like 6:30 and I think I got on the road by 7am, anyway it was just not enough time but close enough. we skin by on the seat of our teeth.

It’s good to see my mom and her dog Larry again. Wendy and I have been living here with them for the last month and it’s a happy little union, like it’s so wholesome, there’s nothing wrong with it. I know that Wendy’s first choice would be to stay at grandma’s house forever, and I would almost do that. I would almost live with my mom in waterford forever to make my dog happy. but you have to consider that it’s just a dog and her second choice (living in a motel in marquette with me) is just gonna have to be good enough.

So we are here tying up loose ends until sunday when we head back up. The drive from the UP to the LP feels supernatural in its tranquility; it’s so good. It’s the best and only good drive. Picture forests on either side, long strips of sparse traffic, fog both tame and wild and just do that for 6 hours. but there’s a wrinkle in time that cuts the boredom in half.

What if you figure out what makes you happy and then do that? Is the experiment I’m running.