We had just enough time and stamina to bring in the groceries we picked up at Santa Fe's Trader Joe's and store the perishables before we took to our bed, fever dreams and all.
My best fever dream was a dusty, post apocalyptic Mad Maxian video game scenario. When I coughed, mud huts blew up.
When I wasn't having bizarre dreams, I looked at this photo.
That's Newport Beach on a weekday in January, uncommonly warm for a California winter, with a few people lazing on the sand, a killer view of Catalina Island on the horizon. It was a "best time" among the good times we had during our visit. That's MBB going out for a polar bear swim on the right.
Here in Northern New Mexico, it's warmer than usual, too, and the flu bug has flown, leaving us with a nasty cough and weak constitutions. Ms. Pearl and I may go on a little walkabout today to check out the ranch and breathe some fresh air.
Oh, yeah. I think I will empty the Trader Joe's bags still there on the kitchen floor, too.
