no dogs allowed

My cousin Carly told me I should read Travels with Charley when I driving around in a winnie. And I said yeah I really should. Then I didn’t read it until I was in Berlin and found a random copy and thought okay, fine. As soon as you start talking about a van, people start telling you to read Travels with Charley. But have you seen pictures of his rig? That thing was goddamn beautiful. And a little bigger than mine. I’ve been told they have it in the Steinbeck center in Salinas. I wonder if they allow dogs. Probably not. Which is funny actually. It’s gonna be a problem. But the thing is, my dog actually is special.

I spent half the day sanding slats, but the bed is now done. And now I’m playing with the electrical system to clean it up, make it easy to use. I am so fucking tired. But tomorrow’s kind of a mandatory day off because I’m getting tires. I went ahead and signed up for their alignment/shock/whatever inspections because I do actually need them to find anything wrong. Hoping I get it back tomorrow. I’d like to drop it off at a shop on Monday to get the heater fixed, and with any luck, they’ll find something else wrong. I would like as many wrong things to be found now.

Y’all enjoy a weekend if you have one. I don’t understand how Thanksgiving’s next week but it is. Jesus Christ.