I’ve now made it as far as a Best Western in Mesquite, Nevada.
Yesterday Interstate 70 was delayed due to a rockslide. A rockslide! Electrical storms, rockslides, this is starting to feel like Damnation Alley. What’s next, giant mutated scorpions?
Otherwise, yesterday was a relatively light 12 hour drive, and now all I have to do is zip through Las Vegas, across the desert, and into Los Angeles. Should take about six hours. Ha! Six hours is nothing. I sneer at six hours. Maybe I’ll walk.
As I checked in to the hotel yesterday, the teenage girl at the desk was like, “Are you a member of Triple-A or AARP?” I was like, “AARP?!” Ouch. But it quickly became apparent that she was new and didn’t actually know what AARP is.
Recent audiobooks I’ve listened to are all nonfiction: Confessions of a Video Vixen (pretty racy stuff), The Sociopath Next Door (fascinating but somewhat discursive and repetitive), and Between Good and Evil, the memoir of a top FBI criminal profiler. Between Good and Evil is really, really disturbing. I’m only halfway through, and he’s already discussed at least three crimes that were so horrifying I could never even have imagined them. Definitely not going outside for a while.