That thing was hanging from the ceiling in a Mexican restaurant where I was having breakfast in the desert town of Deming. I made sure it wasn't an example of something I was going to have wrapped in a tortilla. It was roughly the size of a basketball. Just a thing hanging there above my table to contemplate when I wasn't watching the droves of US Border Patrol guys drift in for their mid-morning breakfasts.
Stopped into Socorro on the way down on Monday. Looked up a guy I haven't seen since before Y2K. Mike. We used to try to dowse the lottery numbers together, or in tandem. Never had a lot of success at it, though each of us could pretty well be assured of getting one number. Mike made a few of the mountain climb/unclimb trips with me during the Adams searching.
Anyway, I extolled the virtues of Lottery Post to Mike. Might be he'll register and decide it's a worthwhile expenditure of his time, reading some of the threads.
Not much going on here except cold air and a hunter's moon.
Night to all of you.