Locust scavenged shelves

I lose an hour today crossing over into central time but I'm still making it quickly across Texas.

My veggie oil guy has cautioned me to only fill my diesel with 10 gallons at a time and burn that before putting in 10 more gallons - as I precaution in case there's still contaminated fuel in the tank. I try to do this but it's very nerve-wracking to drive Texas highway at night, with its wide open stretches of nothing, fuckin nothing - not a light, not a house, not a gas station visible for many miles at a time.

And then the discrepancy in fuel costs is humongous: $2.09 one moment, $3.09 the next - especially in the little towns scattered between the larger fuel stops. Between my crippled budget (which was already meager pre-breakdown) and not being able to count on open fuel stops - not to mention only getting 10 miles to the gallon... - I decide to only do 10 gallons when I'm sure there's another open station 100 miles away.

The closer I get to San Antonio, the more I'm able to stop in the small towns - which is an experience in itself. The c.v. has created that pall over folks who I'm sure would be more hostile to me if they didn't have that on their minds.

Or maybe it's my new message: "Stop working to make money; Start working to save life"

I decide to stop at Whole Foods San Antonio because first of all, it gives me a chance to drive my messages around this highly militarized town.  But also because wf's has my kombucha on sale and where I'm going, there is little option for kombucha let alone organic food.

Whole Foods shelves in San Antonio are just as scavenged as those in El Paso. I bet a million dollars that at least half the food people are hoarding this week will end up in land fill next week. GRRRRR