My life isn’t that different, really. The other day i crushed a season of Schitt’s creek in my “living room” with snacks and in my blankets. While texting.

Unexpected number of kids in tears at a vortex in Sedona. Unexpected amount of reverence at the stupa.

Most nights i can see stars out my rear passenger window, snuggled all the way into bed with my head on the pillow. What a dream, to be so close to the sky while at rest. It gets cold sometimes though, and other times i need privacy, then the window cover goes up. In the desert there are all kinds of shooting stars.

How many card games can you name? Not play, just name. Let me tell you, i got into it one night—i bet it’s more than you think.

I think some people who get tailgate while driving are probably also close talkers. Someone please tell them.

Here’s a thing that’s never been a problem in my life until now: when peeing outside turns that spot into a sticky mess of mud, or worse: clay.

The difference between the $1 gallon of drinking water and the $2 one is the quality of plastic. If you are unsure, simply let your newly purchased water rest atop your car, then watch as it slides slowly but somehow inevitably down the windshield, at which the crease will not catch it as you’d hope—because it’s a Gallon of Water—until it slips right off the hood of the car into a grocery store curb and explodes in a real special kind of glory.