While I wasn’t looking, some cosmic trickster teleported me back to Seattle. It’s raining like crazy.
I have a cozy fire going, and I’m trying to look at the weather as a blessing. The desert is so thirsty.
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The typical Pony Express rider was nineteen years old and made $100-$150 per month plus room and board.