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hi-desert: next right

Guess where I’m bound for tonight?

My mission this weekend is to write a story entitled “Showgirl Grandma & Her Icelandic Horse”, inspired (well, the title, at least) by the sort of perfumes one might find in the retail section of a Beverly Hills hotel spa; yum.

Anyway, my concerns are as follows:

• The word on the aerial tramway is that it’s wind-storm central in the high desert.0

• I’ve forsaken alcohol in batches of more than three.
• I haven’t slept much for a long, long time.
• My antibiotics make me very, very dizzy.
• In the desert, English girls are about as foreign as they can be.
• I have the whole weakness-for-macro-photographs-of-rattlesnakes problem.
• I’ve fallen behind on my correspondence.
• My hair goes funny out there.
• I’m generally feeling quite whiny, obv.

It should be an interesting weekend. Let’s just hope that this doesn’t happen.

Related posts:

• the last days of the desert

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