My grandparents fly in today from Pennsylvania, so Dad and I will be going to the airport around 2 PM to collect them. We're all out here for the big hot-air balloon festival, which kicks off in a couple of days, as I understand it. Well, actually, I'm here to see my grandfather, because he didn't make it to England in July when the rest of them visited me. But, no, I'm also here because I want to have a look at some of the amazing handmade pueblo pottery to be had in (expensive) abundance.
I hope to get some writing done. I've had more new poems emerge in the past few weeks than I've had all year so far, so I'm optimistic. And the sun. I need it.