That was what the drive to Arizona was like on Friday. I left at exactly the wrong time, in exactly the wrong direction... Eight and a half hours to get to Tempe. Oy vey.
A nice long weekend, though, and seeing Nicky was nice, and coming back and going for a run and going for a burger and then working on the SMRT website? The perfect Sunday evening. Hell, Desperate Housewives was even kinda fun. A rare event, these days.
I'm behind on writing, and flooded with emails. Projects! Exciting times. Keeping up with these exciting times, though? Exhausting.