My I3 is in the shop. I’m writing from my phone, so don’t expect poetry or prose. I’m just enjoying the weather, 63 degrees, some crappy coffee with sugar and creamer across the street from Wiley Post. A ambulance just passed. So I said a Baha’i prayer for them. I want an agri-hood for people with disabilities in Bethany, OK. The air feels cool today like it did in the land of the midnight sun as winds swirled off the Atlantic in Reykjavik. Maybe that’s the next book – Madam Whim makes a portal from Starbase Texas, to Wiley Post Airport in OKC to Keflavik Iceland – coupled with a “tunnel” that allows foreign cars to go between locations and be serviced in TE Automotive.