Things are looking up around here. All that snow is gone now, and the mud is almost firm enough to walk on with your good shoes. (Do people still have those?)
It’s been a long, strange year since the old lady died. I passed out what was left of her money, and time went marching on. I was pretty much elated, actually, what with not having to worry so much, until it got cold and crazy like it always does and stayed that way forever. Until now. We drove to Albuquerque the other day and nothing I saw bothered me. I was proud I knew the way. All my parts were tied together. My hair was blowing in the breeze.