|Can you see them?|
|I caught this shot by a hare's breadth.|
Spud and I scooted out of Tucson yesterday.
Google predicts that trip will take you four hours. Next travel technology: get there via internet, because no car can travel like Google Maps can. I didn't time how long it actually took me, because that makes me neurotic. Turning off the clock while I stop to rest(room). Putting off the nap so I can get anywhere sooner. It's not a good strategy for me. The trip was longer than I like.
Las Cruces is Cheryl's winter home, and Cheryl's winter home is where I'm resting in the lap of Luxury. When I'm not sitting on Luxury's knee. [*slap*] Fresh, Luxury! Luxury and me, we're very close. Cheryl, may your karma always get the gas mileage of a hybrid.
|You're reminded of Ang Lee's cinematographic use of US Western scenery to symbolize psychological states?|
Oh, sorry. I misheard.
|What would Judy say here?|