Back from Arizona

...and the first thing I do is order and eat a really greasy pizza. That was about as refreshing to my been up since 3:30am body as those air spraying thingies on the plane are when you're hot or uncomfortable from the guy who sits next to you, says "Don't get fresh with me!", and then pulls out his Bible and begins scibbling notes frantically for 2.5 hours.

If that made no sense, reread the up since 3:30 am thing. Plus the day before we drove between Phoenix and Sedona 4 times, because...well, because.

I have all kinds of things I want to write about the trip when I'm in a better headspace, but I'll probably forget to do that. But I'm okay with that, and I'm sure you are as well.