Thursday. Up after a long night's sleep feeling like absolute crap. Tired, as yesterday, but worse. I have no idea why, but then I had no idea why yesterday either. My sister was wasted as well (yesterday), so who knows?

Out the door at ten, a breakfast of eggs and toast over the paper at the local breakfast place I panned yesterday, on the road arriving in Phoenix at three, some twenty five miles from the California border on Highway 5 to be greeted by Mr. M at his most excellent house some five minutes from the highway. Evidently it doesn't rain in Phoenix the way it does in Portland (Phoenix is located right next to Ashland, the town famous for the Oregon Shakespeare Festival.

So we moved my crap out of the car into the guest bedroom, relaxed with a beverage to catch up on the intervening years and then headed on down to Ashland to walk one of the local trails (from duck pond to duck pond) and shoot the occasional picture. A light dinner and beverage at a local favorite pub-restaurant (excellent food, a decent Guinness) before heading over to the theater to watch a blues band perform for forty-five minutes before the show in the theater began, something they call The Green Show, a walk back to the car stopping to look in on a friend and then back to the house.

A long day, but half the way home I was guessing, thinking I could finish the drive to Oakland tomorrow.