I wish I could pull up a dose of monk-like calm and make the most out of my situation. But the longer I sit out here in this truck the angrier I’m going to get. How angry I get will largely determine how oppressed Mara will feel when she finds out that I’m angry. Most of this anger could have been avoided if Mara had not turned off her phone. I assume she didn’t want to be disturbed. Earlier ruminations come to mind.