I left this man and this landscape for a single existence in a desperate desert.
I have responsibilities here and a firm hand on the children, though those capable arms are hard to do without.
We’ll have to call him Cowboy Captain Handsome Hubster, Ph.D. from now on. I think he even looks … happy. Don’t you think?
Unfortunately, cell service stinks there, so I can’t call him at all. A tragedy, really. I suppose I’ll just meditate on this image for a while.