My romantic half is in El Centro, aspiring to fly patterns over the desert ground there. He's much better at hard work than me; he breathes jet fuel for breakfast and dines on jet logs for dinner. When it comes to siesta space, I take over to recreate the perfect playground for the weary--which may be mere rearrangement of furniture. Creativity, like muscles, must be excercised before enjoyed.
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