It's a Dry Heat

Tomorrow I'm getting on a plane to "chill" with the rents in Tucson "30 degrees warmer than Chicago" Arizona. The itinerary? Checking out the military airplane graveyard, some hiking, Cubs spring training game, and some of Mama's sweet home cooking. Whenever I go to visit she asks me what I'd like to eat, and this time I ordered Chicken Enchiladas, Dad's pizza, Spaghetti, and Sloppy Joes. I plan on coming back less lanky.