I let myself be coaxed out of the house for a “nice little ride” today, fell asleep in the car, and woke up somewhere just outside Alexandria. Still in the same state, but barely.
We went for a drive around the lake, and just kept going.
Made a rolling stop at Willa Cather’s childhood home.
I haven’t been there since I was a kid.
It’s funny the way your mind twists things around on you. I could have sworn that she had actually, literally, wallpapered her bedroom with rejection letters. But as it turns out… it was just wallpaper.
And ugly wallpaper, at that.