rinue | The Effects of Travel

I spent about 12 hours in a back seat today, alternately napping and surveying the scenery; through this masterful effort, I am in a different timezone and at a different altitude: Rio Rancho, just outside Albequerque, New Mexico. In other words: Home of Val. I have been warned to drink lots of water, slather myself with lotion, and avoid alcohol for at least 24 hours; I have also been supplied with both advil and a humidifier. This is the first time in perhaps a decade I have spent much time in a mountain or desert region. As a final warning, I have been told to look out for rattlesnakes and to assume that any and all food is green-chile flavored.

I am very tired either because I barely slept last night or because I am 5000 feet higher up than I was this morning. While I was thinking about drones policing the borders of both Israel and the US, we drove past a few oilfields, and the two have combined into a science fiction short story idea I think is promising. However, for tonight, I am too tired and must to bed, covered with lotion.