slackerville, what is the meaning of life, in arizona

I'm in Arizona now with Angel, trying to keep warm. It's 28 outside and a warm 50ish inside, after the fire being lit for 2 1/2 hours. woke Ed early so he could get it going before I emerged from my warm, snuggly nest. I actually don't have anything to do all day. I thought that would be a good thing, but, it really isn't that great. I did have fun taking the dogs for a walk in the desert this morning, singing at the top of my lungs a rolling stones song, and I thought while I was singing, I'd never be able to do that in Paris (especially with the outfit I had on!).

I guess my project today is to get the wood oven fired up and start experimenting with baking bread in it. I'm glad I have internet out here so I don't have to go to town to research bread recipes (which are somewhere in a box, probably being delivered by donkey from Paris as it's taking so long).

Struggling with decision, future, career, etc. I think there's also a little culture shock happening. I see our president wants to expand the army which makes me worry about Stefano. Nothing like living in fear. Paris was nice that way, not as much terrorist propaganda. The people there seemed to feel safe, secure, content even. Blah, blah, blah...

I'm here in a good place to contemplate, the desert is quiet, the skies are clear, I can hear the train whistle in the distance. Sun is shining and the weather is good.

more later, Dominique