... or maybe Last Toe, since one of Alice's seems to have crept into the right hand side ... Sitting drinking margaritas in front of the rail tracks in La Posada, Winslow, and wishing - unoriginally - that we didn't have to confront meetings, classrooms, a ratcheting up of correspondence (actually, that started today, with a vengeance), and all the rest of it. A quiet week in a library would go down very well with me, right now, although, as ever, this is an ideal stopping place on the - what is it? - 860 or so mile drive, with the kitties, and just about all of our container plants from this summer, constituting our major luggage ...
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