I have just returned from another whirlwind trip up to Sonoma and back. I picked up a painting and some nice pots up there. Left at five in the morning Friday, pulled in to Sebastopol around three in the afternoon. I have much more driving energy in the morning than the afternoon. Felt pretty good.
Had a lot of very expensive material in the car and decided to go to an out of the way motel in the central valley that I am familiar and comfortable with, rather than be in a big city worrying somewhere. Brought everything in to the room with me, of course.
Unfortunately somebody had a heart attack or something next door so it was ambulances and spinning red lights all night and I was exhausted yesterday morning. I had to reroute to my pottery restorer in Bakersfield to pick something up. Thankfully it was only 97° driving through Avenal this trip and not 109° like last week.
I was completely exhausted. Finally pulled into a medical building with a little shade in Chino Hills and took a twenty minute snooze that gave me just enough rest to make it home.
Not too much more interesting to talk about on the trip. I had friends that didn't want to see me without me testing covid negative on Friday. I was at the Flying J in Frazer Park when I self-administered the test.
Unfortunately the cap fell in between the seats. I couldn't get it so I decided to just tear off the ampule and after the requisite mixing, pour it on the test strip by eye. I got a false positive after ten minutes and sort of freaked out.
No drug stores on the five in the central valley and I was out of kits. What to do? I found a gas station in bumf*ck and started querying people at the Tesla charging stations. A hillbilly ferrying high school girls soccer players said no but a sweet asian man wearing a Jesus loves me shirt who was giving his kid a piggy back ride gave me a kit and refused to take money for it.
Thank you, kind stranger. I tested negative. Whew! By the way, my intimate companion also tested negative yesterday, a big relief.
Not much else. Hit an antique mall or two in Bakersfield that were rather depressing. Had a pretty mediocre veal marsala in Los Banos, didn't have the strength, energy or appetite to do basque this time.
This will be a busy week, month and summer, everything is packing together tightly and I have a lot of commitments and responsibilities, Hope I can keep it together. Still haven't got word on a biopsy date.