Had the best sleep I’ve had. I took two sleeping pills, went to bed at 8pm and woke up fourteen hours later, at ten am. Zoloft and I only had one potty break the whole night. Got up and cooked my oatmeal and coffee, packed up and drove to town for my appointment at Western Auto. I figured out that no! My truck didn’t have major transmission problems; I’d just driven it to town in 4-wheel drive. But I had the air and oil filters changed. When done, they said it looked like the air filter has never been changed which I know is not true because Bill has been meticulous about maintaining his little red baby. That’s the dust from eighty miles of driving in Big Bend!

Spent some time at the TCBY/Schlotskys/Cinnnabon fast food place with free WiFi figuring out my new blog works, with a modicum of success. Picked up bike which was at the brand-new-still-unpacking bike shop. Spent about two hours at the only open restaurant in Ruidoso, Grace O’Malley’s Irish Pub. I haven’t had any food cravings but I ordered and ate a ridiculously-bad-for-me Reuben sandwich WITH fries. It’s like returning to American civilization mandates a return to bad eating and overindulging. Shouldn’t I be better than that? I left the restaurant when it was pushing dark, and arrived to the campground, after several wrong turns, to elk! and deer! which, I’m sure Zoloft has been keeping away. Zoloft was baying, for who knows how long? Since when she heard the truck or earlier? Fed and watered her and Rio, drank a sip of red wine then retired for the night.