We made it home at about 1:00. Not a wonderful trip. The Vicodin only went about halfway to relieving discomfort today, and now I'm hurting again, what I call the Full Body Ache.

KnowingI'm unlikely to come back to the Phoenix house again for at least a year is sad, and stressful. The automatic watering and the pool and yard guys kept things nice outside. Inside, the dust reminds me this is supposed to be a desert, not a paradise. I love it here. The air is hot, the pool is warm, the bougainvilla is gorgeous.

I found a card stuck in the door, somebody to help with housework. I'm only here for three days this time, so maybe I could get somebody to dust tomorrow. Dieter says it will just be dusty again when I come back. Using that argument, I'd never make my bed or take a bath. I'll just have to do it again tomorrow.

We don't want to buy groceries, so I think we're going to Pappadeau's for dinner. Travelling with Dieter is dangerous to my figure. To him, the food is the important thing.

First, another Vicodin, to try to get rid of the headache and the body pain. Then, a good night's sleep in my wonderous waterbed. I should enjoy it while I can.