Just finished some tea and toast at the hotel..we are going to wrap it up here and stop in at the Immigration office then hit Home Depot for an air conditioner, hot water heater ( covering both ends of the temperature spectrum!) , Aurora Bodega for a few groceries and head home.
In the truck on the way here, we always had the windows rolled down so I had my hair clipped up with a headband on. Only when I washed it did I have it down only to put it back up before it dried. I realized I didn't have a brush with me. It was somehow left behind. That feels a bit symbolic to me. A snake doesn't just wake one morning to find it's wearing a new ensemble. It's a process that takes a while and gets a little ragged before the process is complete. I woke up this morning relaxed, john brought me some tea and I finished reading my great book, Stone Cowboy. As I closed the book I realized I was wearing a new internal ensemble. The last vestiges of my tattered garb seem to have vanished in the night on the warm, spicey winds of the Yucatan while the cicadas ushered them out with a song.........
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