P.S. Holly called me from Denver. She's a sweetie.
Then Keith and I went on errands, and came home and put groceries away. Because I continued to attempt to overlook and cover my agitation that Holly is in the sky somewhere above water and snow, Keith took me here:...
...for the purpose of consuming green chile and potatoes until I was in a stupor, and orange margaritas until I was inebriated, and no longer could have the startle-response every time I thought about where Holly might be right at whichever minute.
And so full, and drunk, I am going to sleep.
Oh, right. Keith had green chile carne adovada. Not traditional, but pork marinated in green chile instead of red, and it was awesome. (We were at the Garduño's at Winrock mall. And one of the photos is "Lenten Specials," being fish and chile in various permutations.)