A hotel room, all to myself.

Fresh clean sheets.

Big bed.

The sound of nothing.

Time to myself.

I am driving home to Arizona this week for Christmas. I know its only a 10-12 hour drive but I am a real bad night driver, so I break it up, treat myself to a cheap hotel room and call it a vacation.

I also went to the library today and got 12 books on tape. Yeah, 12.

I can't wait to drive through the desert after night fall, maybe sleep on the shoulder and keep the stars all to myself.