It’s amazing how fast the day goes by…especially when you don’t get up until 11.

OK — I have an excuse. Yesterday, I got back from my first trip out of Tucson and didn’t get home until about 3am. The trip went well. The drive from the house to the airport (which began at about 3am but at the beginning of the day instead of the end) was a little stressful, just because I hadn’t done it before. I was also working in a trip to Fed Ex. Everything worked out fine though. The Tucson airport is very very easy. I even managed to get a haircut in NC (from a totally random place I found off the highway — another thing I’m trying to be less fussy about; it worked out fine). For the trip home, I’d planned on staying at a hotel in Tucson since the flight was so late, but I thought that if I slept on the plane and felt good, I might drive right home. I did sleep on the plane and felt really great when we landed, so I drove home. It was really easy and quite a nice drive.

One funny part of the trip was when the airline attendant was doing the whole preflight safety thing. She talked about the life vests and added “just in case we decide to land in the Hudson.” Funny, huh?

Today, after breakfast, Brad and I cleaned the house. No more cleaning people; it’s a part of our simplifying-our-lives thing. It’s been awhile since I’ve cleaned a house. It wasn’t that bad though.

Then Brad went off to tar the roof of the container on our property, while I caught up on work and did laundry. Tomorrow, rest, footbal, and maybe our first hike into Horseshoe Canyon.