This blasted desert put the first scratch on my new car's bumper and I'm less than happy. But, hey, the kid's at the neighbor's playing with people his own age for once, daddy's frying up some Ranchera with the neighbor (who promised me a shot of Hypnotic later on), Grandpa is whipping up some home-made chocolate ice cream (Italian!) in the kitchen, and I'm stealing some alone-time on the computer. And not to forget the dog in the backyard who's eyeing me enviously through the sliding door. Wonder what the hell she is jealous about? But this desert is good. Calm good. Nice to be able to leave paperwork, phone calls, appointments, and the city behind. All you gotta worry about around here are drunks and coyotes. So, it's all good, right?