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Dad and Sarah departed this morning. I just put Anabelle down for her nap, and the house is awfully quiet. It's always nice to wake up in the morning and have a house full of coffee and tea drinkers warming up the couch, ever-ready to start the day. (Even if starting the day means finding pebbles to put down the water line and getting your knees good and dusty:)

Though the sun was shining the whole week, it has turned cold here in the desert.

Here's my little walker following her shadow at the Springs Preserve:

We took a visit down to the long-awaited City Center, the multi-billion dollar project that has just opened on the Strip. It is a cluster of hotels and casinos, condos, shops, a mall, large art installations and even a tram. Our day there turned into night, and I wanted to slurp up the lights and the concrete, the steel, the cold air and the skyscrapers above me. At night, this place felt real to me - solid through and through. I captured this blur of lights through the window of Dave Chihuly's gallery:

Now it is raining outside, and I am sitting by the fire. It has been so long since I've written, and I have missed you, my friends. Thank you all for your lovely comments.

Tomorrow I start my Tuesday/Thursday art days. That means TWO days of the week I will be working on my art for 5 hours each. It feels absolutely overindulgent but also pretty supercalafragalisticexbealadoscious.