Floor of the sky

Man, good to hear from you. Sounds like a good weekend with El. C* had a relapse this weekend, so we didn't do much except stay around the house. I am still feeling slightly under the weather, coughing a little, but haven't had the full relapse like C* did.

I thought of you this morning because I was reading an article in the Sunday Times travel section about Monument Valley down in Arizona.



I'm wondering why we didn't stop there? The pictures look amazing. Anyway, the article gave me fond memories of the western scenery, particularly the day we left the GC. What a good time that was.

So far, work has sucked so bad this week. My job description is expanding like a fricking supernova. People are being of no help to me on directives that they themselves say must be accomplished. Fires are exploding on the periphery of my administrative domain, and I have to get up from my desk chair every other minute to stamp them out. When I get back to my desk, no sooner have a swept the dust from my hands and asked "Where was I?", another fire erupts. OK, really tired metaphor, I know, but it is working for me today, and I have to get back to it.

That's an odd phenomenon, by the way, the prostitution-for-fashion-items. WTF?