I love when a drive is just Hazel and me or sometimes just me.
I listen to music, podcasts, think, look at nature. It feels like a privilege to be able to go far so quickly in this little steel box. While I was pondering that, I wondered about where the oil came from that was powering my car. What cost went into getting it to me? Where does oil really come from? I've always heard it's made from old dinosaurs, but I don't think that's right. I feel really ignorant right now. Something that's powering my car, I have no idea how it came to be. Seems like a great hashtag for modern life in general... lots of privilege and no clue how we got it.
I spent about two hours with El in the evening, talking and walking, then a few hours with the Bee's before turning in. It was nice to stay with them and get to know them better. Unlike their stay with us, the smoke detectors didn't go off needing us to go around and change all the batteries.
It's good to get out of town to stop the incessant thinking about chores and projects. That alone is worth the break.