The Control Center

IT'S DAMN HOT!

AC stays at max until it breaks, and then you have to risk losing any light, papery objects out the open windows.

I made it all the way from track 9 to track 12 while taking the pictures. Here's where we landed:

Rest In Peace sweet Herbert. We met in the Summer of 2021, on my driveway the day I brought this car home. Lucky find!! He was just a shriveled husk of a cicada then. Now he is a shiveled, withered, dessicated husk, but he still lives on in his little cavern as a good luck token. I'm not superstitious, but I figure better safe than sorry; I start figuring this especially hard when a herd of 18-wheelers start boxing me in on the I-75 after sundown.