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I was laying on the couch in my living room, struggling to awaken. When I woke up, I realized I had to call Anthony. I had left him in Joshua Tree the day before. I couldn't recall if I had paid for an extra campsite for us or if he was camping with his family and others and I had camped with them. S. was clicking away at the keyboard and the stereo was on, loud. I stood up and got my cell phone to call Anthony. I had trouble finding his number, then trying to dial on my cell phone. I walked over to the stereo and Anthony answered. He had already guessed I wasn't going to be coming out again, since I had just left yesterday (the drive was too long). He told me he was becoming Bettyphobic--that he was not looking forward to talking to Betty. I asked him why but couldn't hear him because the stereo was too loud, so I tried to turn it off. It wouldn't shut off. Anthony said he was going fishing. I asked him where but couldn't hear his reply. I kept flipping the switch of the stereo, which was back in the closet, and it wouldn't turn off. I told S. it wasn't turning off and he just shrugged and went back to what he was doing at his computer. Anthony sounded a long way off and I could barely hear him. At least he understood I was not returning that day.