As the Sun Sets in the West

I am at the Tucson airport, ready to head home. Southwest has delayed my flight by an hour, which means I missed an extra hour of klages-coffeeem-willshetterley goodness. But there's A/C (not a trivial thing when it's hovering near or at the 100° mark) and free wi-fi.

I got work done. Lots. I had fun. At least as much. I saw a roadrunner this morning, and a scorpion, and a peacock. Well, the peacock was unexpected. And I saw the defunct copper mines in Bisbee and took a tour of a Tombstone silver mine, and drank margaritas and single malt, although not at the same time, and made croissants and shortcake. And talked and listened and laughed. I am now all full of refreshment, and ready to dive back into family life and other chaos.

Good News!

Prop 8 has been struck down. It isn't the end of the wrangling, but at least today I'm feeling hopeful for sanity, kindness, and the State of California.

In other news: 11 Chapters, 255 pages, 54,600 words. I think I will read now.