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MAINE » SUSAN

After stopping in Tulsa and Pittsburgh I only have ten hours to go. The thirty predicted hours became only twenty-four with a little motivation and a lot of luck. I combined that with about four hours of sleep at each stop. It is sixty hours since my last dialysis session ended on Friday. Over a weekend, sixty-four is the norm for me, but adding an extra day or so will just make me a bit tired. I have done as many as four days before when I was relocated, especially the San Diego to Redding move took a long time to pack, drive, and unpack.

It is summer, dark for most of the trip, and the route I am taking takes me north of Manhattan, so the last ten hours take only eight. I did lose a total of three hours to time zone changes, so my sixty-eight hours looks like seventy-one on the clock. I have a few hours to sleep before Trade Joe’s opens.

The wine section is somewhat large but I am guessing I should be looking in the “Two-buck Chuck” portion. There is no cohort number, but all of the bottles of red wine (hah) say “Get your cape and join the 52 hunters on the other side of the stone gate”. Obscure, tiny, and written in heavily diluted blood. I may be too tired to decipher this one.