Thanks for the break, C. Chavez.

Long weekends from away from work seem to come at just the right time. Madera is all kinds of beautiful, and I'm still eating handmade tortillas.

Today: My "awesome" afternoon left me bustling to Rhett Miller's solo show with hamburger residue and sea salt in my hair and with nothing but Busby in tow. As usual, he failed to disappoint, and I'm left with no words but his:

Breathe and you are strong
All the barriers are gone
Let it carry us somewhere unreachable
I would never hurt you
Baby my virtue has proven itself unimpeachable

Let's just say

There are those long days
There is this dumb luck
There is a brand new way opening up

Streets, buildings and cars
Faraway stars
My fingers move over the borderline
Breath and you're the stranger
There is no danger
You'll fall into that rogue right hand of mine

There are those long days
There is this dumb luck
There is a brand new way opening up

Skin all over you
I'm a worrier it's true
I came over to cushion your breakables
Breath and you are stronger
You don't have to wander
You know my conviction's unshakable

Let's just say

There are those long days
There is this dumb luck
There is a brand new way opening up

There are these long nights
There is this good luck
There is a brand new way opening up

Opening up.

A special treat for those that made it to the end of those lyrics:

Peter dressed as Max, the Grinch's dog, for Christmas.