Scotch-drenched on the 101

We are back in San Luis Obispo, having scooted down the 101 from Watsonville. Passed out in the car at a Kinkos. Darned vodka and xanax. We have several more hours to drive towards LA. Wonder if we have some flexibility with a couple credit cards we've never used? Occasionally, the fifth of vodka/scotch gets to me and it's scary. Mostly, though, we throttle back and are fine after a good night's sleep. Is the house now gone? Or is there more process in the foreclosure? Have lost interest in my belongings. Haven't even listened to my i-pod on this trip. O, well. Do we have the will to follow through and shuffle off this mortal coil? I don't know. Mother will be fine now. My sister will struggle through. As it turns out, and as I always sorta knew, I am the weakest. No will to live or persevere (endeavor to persever!) LOL. Funny how life can go. Too much to deal with and face. Too hard to start over. It's been a good run, as 47 year runs go. How many can say they finished a 26.2 mile footrace in 4 hours 4 minutes? And also seen the Parthenon in Athens, Greece. And ancient Ephesos. And a few other Greek isles. Madrid, London, Nerja in the south of Spain. Ah, that lovely suite in Nerja that hung over the Mediterranean, the surf pounding the rocks. Just lovely to recall. Alexander never got back to Macedonia. He was on an open-jawed tour of conquest. And died before he had to make it all work.