“I’ve been sniffed.”
— mo sheppo

I’m still not sure what I think of Flagstaff. Is it home? Or just a place to build a snowman when it’s 100 in Phoenix?

We talked about it a lot while driving up today. With the new technology, I can work anywhere. By a weird coincidence, Flag is anywhere. And the oatmeal stout is pretty great. Could I survive life at 7,000 feet when the coldest temperature I’ve ever endured is 62? Has it been discovered a bit too much? It feels crowded these days.

I don’t know. We sat on the courthouse steps where we got married. We had some late for the train coffee. And we basked amid aspens in the sort of silence that goes on forever.

Maybe.