The weather is unseasonably warm. The price of gasoline is falling. Scaled quail are in season.
It's time to go messing around in El Cuartelejo for a couple of days -- although not as far as the settlement of that name. We will postpone any armed incursions into Kansas for a while.
I just need a couple of days of big sky, prairie, cactus, canyons, and enigmatic ruins. So does Jack.