I am so tired, my ear hurts from talking on the phone, my ass is sweat from sitting in the drivers seat, and my body is collapsing from a day driving.  It is a masterpiece to drive through the California February day.  Glimpses of hawks perched for prey, grass still dormantly green, waiting for the next rain that has been slow in coming so it can sprout upwards.  Hills that lull into inspiration, mold one's mind into peaceful relaxation.  It all passes with a pleasant blur, a bouyant purr.  Like a hiccup after a swig of Coke, my head lazily pops into weariness.