Oh, and we're back together with Nevada. Despite the gambling and hookers and Las Vegas, I have always had a soft spot for Nevada. And New Mexico! Thank-you, New Mexico. I love blue corn anything. And fry bread. Or is that an Arizona thing?
Much mental energy now freed up to worry about other stuff. Like the fidgety nocturnal animal that has taken up residence inside the wall beside our bed. Like the fact that my favorite Lucky jeans are falling apart but I don't want to buy new ones until I lose ten pounds. Like the fact that I think I'm about to lose my job. Like what to do with all those green tomatoes I told my father to bring me from his garden.