Next Sunday, we sleep.
Probably all day long.
Probably all day long.
Why, I’ll never know.
Hello, occasional Tucsonans.
They more or less cancel each other out, really.
The freedom to be impetuous for a few months.
Though I could stand to breathe a little more.
Come say hi, moms.
Thanks, you lovely folk. All of you.
Fingers crossed.
Hey, thanks, net.