I came home from work tonight, made the most Southern dinner ever (hoppin’ John, collards, and cornbread, with leftover pecan pie for dessert), and fell asleep before 7:30.
This time 11 nights from now, I will be passing Exit 0 on an unavoidable stretch of I-40 between here and Tucumcari, my thoughts on nothing but blue architectural neon and the black vastness of a New Mexico sky.
It’s been a pretty good winter, but you have no idea how much I need a night at the Swallow to recharge my batteries….
Emily
Red Fork Hippie 