This may have been the fastest weekend on record; it seems like about eight hours passed between the time I was drving down to Fresno on Friday and the time I was driving back today. I didn’t want to come back. Not just because I didn’t want to leave Mark (although that was a big chunk of it) but because I didn’t want to be back in this damned city, I didn’t want to think about going to the soul-sucking part-time job tomorrow, and I didn’t want to continue wondering if my computer monitor is about to die…
But it was a good weekend. Aside from the, ummm, obvious, there were really good thrift store finds and good food, and the weather was even largely cooperative. Who’d have thought I’d be so excited about highs which “only” reached the low 80s?
This whole commute thing should be over in a couple of months and I’m really looking forward to it. I just hope I don’t lose the edge and street cred I have through knowing exactly what fast food and gas options are available at every exit on Highway 99 between Manteca and Selma…
