Sandwiched between this morning's stories of greed at Goldman Sachs and the impact of volcanic ash on European air travel, is a New York Times story about Pajarito Mesa just south of Albuquerque. This is a familiar story to Duke City denizens, but many people elsewhere assume those living "off the grid" do so as a matter of choice, not necessity. And they are often… Continue
"How can you stand the desert?", my colleague back east asked me. "All of that brown dusty land - I could never live there!"
The Easter bunny is no more at our house. Actually, I think she left a while ago, but my children just decided to humor me so that I could indulge in the fun for a few more years. I knew the gig was up this year when in response to my question, “Shall we put out the Easter baskets?” I got one set of dramatically rolled eyes and a snicker that morphed into a snortle.
It has been one of those weeks at work. I’m sure everyone reading this has been there at some time. The week started off with a barely manageable number of things on the To Do list, and then a series of crises made life even more challenging. Suffice it to say that my 8 hours of beauty sleep a night did not happen until 72 hours passed. And that was a cumulative 8 hours in 72.