Dear J-
I’ve noticed these trucks (to the extent that I am tempted, sorely, to put a “T” in front of the name “Estes” to see what people think about that as they drive off) before in the parking lot but today they invaded en masse: no fewer than six, and occupying all the spots that I usually pursue.
It’s been a long, strange day, and I keep thinking that I should just hang up and go to sleep, but there’s always one more thing to be done, one last thing to be written, one last entry to make.
Mike
