We could leave at anytime for Vegas, depending on traffic. After work, Mr. W and I grabbed some sushi dinner, then went to a nearby 24 Hour Fitness for some whirlpool and steam room relaxation. Now we’re just sitting around waiting for traffic reports to give us the green light. We’ll probably nap first and drive thru the nite, tho.

He wants to go to some red rocks or something, which is supposed to be picturesque. The rocks, according to him, have holes all over them which make for great climbing. So I guess I’ll bring my camera. I totally just had a mental picture of myself clinging onto the edge of a rock, trying to maneuver my camera so that I could take a picture, and then the camera slips and I instinctively grab for it with both hands, and then I just sorta peel off the side of the rock and fall, gripping my camera, backwards off the rock. You see me get smaller and smaller as I fall, and then several flashes as my camera goes off in search of the perfect pre-death shot. Years later, people will find my camera, marvel at the way old technology, and search museums for a computer that will download the photos from such an old medium. And then they’d see these great shots of the ground coming closer and closer. “How’d she take those?” “Must’ve been some great zoom.”