I don’t know what to write about this morning. Mainly I wanted to make sure to complete an entry, as we are on the road and I don’t have frequent occasion to sit down at my laptop. But now that I’ve completed an entry, I’m not sure I have anything to say. Last night, in bed, I began reading the novel Don Quixote. I suppose I more properly began reading it a day or two ago, before A. and I commenced our trip, but it still feels accurate to say that I am at the novel’s beginning. The main character has just set out on his horse, in search of adventure.