brought cloudy skies and the realization that the NVDMV now insists everyone do business in the county of their residence, hence more urban environs and no mo’ Winnemucca for me…

The rest of the week I stayed in Washoe and didn’t venture further afield than studio,

the Repo

or the east porch, which was fine for several February breakfasts and lunches

through Friday with its several careful trips back and forth loading the truck

and closing things down…in between I rested in the Cathcart Chair, thinking I [Duh!] must

[Invalid Demon in the Cathcart Chair 1977, 1987 before it went to Radar and finally here]

be the only person for whom this water heater burner, pulled from the rubble of a burnt down bunkhouse in Piute Basin decades ago, has any resonance at all. Me, my madeleine, I

remember the day, the dirt fine as confectioner’s flour and the heat, crossing the desert from Battle Creek on my way to a bath at Coyote Hole. Way long ago, edgier times…well, maybe not 

edgier than now, given what America’s becoming in relation to the world out there, but despite

that and the possibility of weather which might turn interesting we left, went right at the

highway for stops in Nixon and Wadsworth after which I drove over Saturday’s trafficky hill,

through the Eternally Mysterious Dixon Slowdown and, five + hours later,

home to Benicia. Again; Valentine’s Day 2026, latish Aroma dinner, sleep.

Sunday it was supposed to rain a lot, but really didn’t.