I Miss Snow

So. Arizona. Very hot. Average temperature 110 degrees. I don't care if it's a dry heat. Still makes you sweat all the same. Ugh. Otherwise, everything is very desolate, very brown, and very touristy. Everything reminds me of a Wiley Coyote cartoon. Not my bag, really. I can only take so much unadulterated beauty. It's weird looking out of your window and seeing a huge cactus instead of a maple. I miss maples.

Can't complain about this tan, though. I thought I was too Irish to tan. I suppose swimming every day helped with that. And I've had time to catch up on my reading, writing, and guitar. I hadn't had any time to much of that back home. Too many distractions, or too many opportunities to use distractions as an excuse in place of my attention span, or lack thereof.

Well, I must be off. Need to finish one of the four books I brought, and maybe go pick on Mackenzie and Katie some more.