Lisa is patiently putting up with the tiny little apartment here and the fact that we can't really do much until mid-day Friday, at which point we can shut everything down and disassemble the desk. (I'll be working from the apartment that morning rather than taking the entire day off as I'd originally planned.) She'd rather be at home until she's needed on Friday, but the logistics of getting her down here don't work very well, particularly because, to our mutual annoyance, there is no officially sanctioned long-term parking near the Amtrak station in Reno. (We haven't yet decided whether we can risk leaving a vehicle in one of the surrounding casino's garaged for a week or more.) The only other way to get to Amtrak from Fernley is a $100 taxi ride. There's no Greyhound stop (buses pass right through on their way from Reno to Salt Lake City) nor local public transit (this is one reason our property taxes are so low).
Mind you, we did stack errands on this trip; I took Lisa to have an eye exam yesterday, the first in her life. She has a prescription for reading glasses now and the bad news of a small cataract in her right eye that will probably need to be operated upon in a few years.
When I got back to the apartment after work, I was so fried that I took a nap for 45 minutes or so, after which we had dinner and went for a walk around the area. I put in a lot of road work today: 15K steps including a long walk after lunch. No wonder my feet hurt.
tired