Inner Dialogue

Must be a time warp. The bedside clock says 10:12PM. I feel like it's midnight. But the computer still shows CA time at 8:12. Twenty-four hours ago, I was leaving Inyokern, in the hotter-than-the-surface-of-the-sun Mojave desert of California and today I was playing in the misty drizzle on the shore of Lake Michigan and wandering around Wisconsin. I loved the architecture (as always). Cute houses with large, open, GREEN lawns out front. Lots of brick buildings. After passing by dozens of little eateries, Emilee and I stopped at Wells Brothers Italian Restaurant in Racine, WI. Turns out this place has a long family history and was rated the #6 pizzaria in America. Garlic cheese bread that melts in your mouth! Everyone working there looked like family and the patrons were right out of the "salt of the earth" guidebook. They just looked "midwestern", whatever that means. We didn't get pizza because we didn't find out about that distinction until after we ordered but I might go back with Andy this weekend. On the way home, we took a different path, getting slightly lost at one point, but nothing to worry about. I actually enjoy getting lost in a new town and always seem to find my way back to home base. It's the best way to see things off the beaten path. Emilee went swimming for a little while and now we are back in the room, where I am attempting to sum up the day and get a little work done. Neither one is working very well. I think I'll just call it a night soon because tomorrow is an early morning that will begin a long and most likely emotional day.