21st
June
2007
How I came home from Albuequerque
Tuesday morning I am in the shower before I am even awake, thinking about how the Sandman got his name as my heavy lids slide down over my eyes. We are in our hotel in Santa Fe, at the end of a brief but enjoyable sojourn. Our belongings are still half-scattered across the floor of the room. I seem to have misplaced a pair of boxers; somehow, I suspect the maid.
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