Since we’ve been living in the city these last few years, driving hundreds of miles at night and doing so in relative isolation has become an infrequent experience. Our after-dark journeys tend to be less than ten miles along corridors lit by streetlights, so we don’t often see many surprises lit fleetingly by our passing headlights. We also don’t see as many heaps of gore and bloodstains spattering the pavement, but weird things do pop up from time to time.

So… be safe out there, I guess. I don’t really have much to write about here this week, evidently. I could talk about advocating for the reintroduction of true passenger train travel to the American West (trains go through Montana’s cities, but not to them), but I think I might spend my energy today working on finishing the title pages for The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.