Pulled in at 7:30 p.m. after a leisurely departure from Vegas at 10 a.m.. Long day for old farts. Glad to be home, though I felt a twinge of loneliness knowing that our family will not be at arms length. The house is fine, the orange tree laden and sweet already though quite green, the flowering trees I thought I killed by over-pruning are lush and overhanging the front entryway. Drove right on by the cow farm. We could see what they eat- the same stuff that the cows at Snake Mountain eat (minus the building materials, hopefully). Today we were the cows, and just couldn't wait to get home to the barn.
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