It’s been a stressful couple of weeks. I’m commuting halfway across the state 2 days a week for a fire academy course. In between, we’ve had our big state ambulance inspection at work. Sebastian’s health is declining, and we fear the end is near. It would be easy to be frazzled or depressed.
The bus is back from the shop however. It originally came to us with a mix CD made up of Santana, Fleetwood Mac, Elvis, and the Eagles. We left it in the player for laughs.
The sun was out Monday afternoon, and the bus needed an inspection. I took it for an errand run with the windows down and 1978 blaring from the speakers. It’s impossible not to smile with this view and sixty-five air-cooled horses clattering away behind you.
Notes from Mosquito Hill 