Arizona is where dreams come to die.
At least that is how I feel about it right now. I’ve become extremely pampered in my old age and my expectations. I expected a summer trip to Spain to walk the beaches, to write from the battlements of an ancient castle, and to get the heck out of the desert for a while…
Definitely feel like Micheal Knight and the evil person is, well, the reality of where I am at this time. I gotta get out, but I am not going to. Basically the money doesn’t work to make it happen and as a result I will be here in the 120 degree summer and not spending quality one on one time with the Lady Talis. Very non ideal.