I’m exhausted, but we are on vacation here in Scottsdale, Arizona! Not sure why I’m so groggy. Maybe the long work days. Maybe the bloody mary and glass of wine at the airport before we took off. Maybe the endless driving to get to the resort. But now we are here and all settled in: amenities broken into, clothing on hangers and in drawers, late night sandwich ordered and split. Dean is watching the Jimmy Fallon show. I am not writing, but typing away—ready to call it a night so we can wake up early and hang out by the pool.
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