I made it to our meeting spot. Its a whole lot dustier and a whole lot quieter now, and the regulars have all moved away. But there’s a tank of water that should last over a month and I’ve set up camp in the old motel rooms. Room 25.
Every surface of this place reminds me of you.
I went for a long walk in the desert to collect rocks today. We’re making them into tokens… currency for the water allocation. 1 token = 1 gallon. We get three gallons a day for personal use and then six for communal. I think I can stretch mine longer in case you don’t get here by then. And if you don’t get here before it goes dry, I’ll figure something out.