Time on Treadmill: 30 minutes.
Exhaustion level: Better after my three-hour nap

Sometimes it helps to remind myself that I’ve done things like the parking job pictured at left. That’s in a British rental car, mind you, so it’s the “wrong” side of the road for me and there were literally less than eight inches of space between my car and the other two when I was done. Ramón was so astounded, he insisted that I take this picture for posterity to prove that I can achieve the impossible.

On days like this, I need that reminder. The day was not nearly as rewarding as I would have liked (no fault on anyone for this — it was just the nature of the venue), and the one book I sold pretty much paid for my gas, lunch, and drink on the way home. Oh, wait, I had to pay tolls, as well. So I was out of pocket on this event.

On the other hand, I managed to come home. Eighteen people who went to a Walmart in El Paso didn’t. So in the grander scheme of things I had a pretty damn good day. Also, please support background checks for gun purchases because this shit is out of control.