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.