Woke up at 5:30 this morning because I realized one other thing that was in the box. My box of jewelry. All my earrings. All my mother’s earrings. Possibly my mother’s diamond necklace. (There’s a chance I packed this someplace else. I won’t be able to figure that out until I get to New Orleans. […]
I’m exhausted and so rambling. You’ve been warned. I’m also pissed off at myself. I took a box out of my car, then put it on the ground, intending to bring it into the hotel room. I realized I’d forgotten the box a couple hours later. Checked the parking lot — it isn’t there. As
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I’ve been driving for the last two days. Three more days to go. At least. Possibly more. Kiera is doing better tonight.