The prodigal car returns

After less than a day, thanks to the efforts of my local police, my car has been returned. It was found somewhere in the next city over (Daly City, which is between me and San Francisco). So now, with a new air mattress, it seems things are restored. An odd day of bus riding and visiting police departments to fill out forms. But still that sense of life being a bit amusing. I wonder if it’s all just a test.