Today is today. I'm sitting in the shade on the front patio. There's a dry wind blowing and there's smoke from the Murphy Wildfire in the air. I walked about 2 1/2 miles, did some Elliptical at the fitness center, washed the hairless dogs (who not only stank but had paws full of desert sand), cleaned up the bathroom, washed their towels...

And so...

I've now been to the Titan Missile Museum which is about a mile from where I'm renting and is the premier attraction in this immediate area. The Titan Missiles were the cat's meow during the cold war and this particular missile facility was out in the middle of nowhere in the Arizona desert.

When visiting the museum, there's a tour that lasts about an hour. I was one of two females on the tour and, by far, the oldest person there. It was hot and smokey outdoors in the desert and I had no idea what the tour guide was saying.

My thoughts were centered on:
(1) Getting out of the sun
(2) Acquiring the tee-shirt in the gift shop that said "I am the center of the universe." (I never did buy the tee and, home now, I do have some regrets about letting it go.)

Eventually the group went down below ground - into air-conditioning! - and saw the actual missile and the area where the crew worked. It was interesting enough, this back in the day stuff, and then finally the tour guide stopped talking and it was time to go.