Yesterday AZ, today NY. Dog-tired. Red-eye. Didn't sleep. Thanks
to Safehouse? Got me to Phoenix. Damage unseen. Kissing M's
bumper. So glad he stopped freaking out. That was the only bad
thing all weekend. Wasn't Cascabel gorgeous? Too bad P didna make
it but that wasn't bad, just sad. And there was plenty of sad.
Marriage is giving up individuality, whatever D may have toasted to
the contrary. He can't do it, so what expert on the subject matter
he? Neither, of course, can I. So much joy, that's what it was
about. Tears of pleasure? State change.
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