monday 26.06

I am back late this evening from my journey to New Mexico, filled with green chilies, much needed laughter, stories to tell over the next few days and memories to post. As I unwind and take my body pulse, I yawn, and think of the next journey, short or long, and plan greater adventures, even before my laundry can be sorted and washed. Who else do you know spends the night in a motel with a roach, offends a Jehovah Witness for not 'witnessing' and receives the phone number of an American flight attendant all in a completed day? It is good to be back 'in the saddle' in Dallas. I need oxygen, pasta and a smoke and not in that order...