Tomorrow I have to drive to a small town 40 minutes away to see my GP. Then I drive back to work. After lunch I’m driving 45 minutes in another direction to another small town to take my car in for servicing. Then I drive back to pick up Klara.
I feel like it’s my very own form of Christmas. I love driving to these little towns, taking country roads, alternating between listening to my right-wing podcasters and my Commie Spanish writers, chugging my Bai water or gas station coffee.
It doesn’t get better than driving around in the depths of America.
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