After work, I went home and took a nice quiet nap this evening and then went to my sister’s, where we finished roasting the last of the chile crop. We ended up with 6 snack bags of chopped mild pepper, and 2 snack bags of the hotter peppers minced up. It was the coldest this evening it has been this whole winter, so it was a unique arrangement, standing by the toasty grill on her patio and feeling my hands hot while a chilly breeze wrapped around my face and neck. Still, it was an enjoyable evening, and a nice reminder of the quality of the crop we had this year.

Hillerman is still awesome. He just met his wife of 60 years tonight in the audio book, although in the spoken (and presumably the written version) of his memoir, he clearly states he was at UNM at this time. I thought that was an interesting error, because he goes on to say that he and his love interest headed down to Shawnee to meet her family. But it was right there in the audio book.

My right lower molar area still hurts day by day, exasperated by hot food contacting the area. I am assuming another area around those teeth are bad. The pain emanates from the outside of the teeth at their base. But my jaw still aches in the mornings these days.

After chile time at my sister’s, I stopped by Walmart on the way home to pick up my essential dietary necessity. More coffee. I have been out of coffee the last two days.

My sister’s husband had one of my photos from Monument Valley printed on canvas to hang in his office. I was flattered to hear he wanted that. And despite my overexposed and color-challenged photos posted on Flickr, I picked up a 4th follower today. My ship is coming in. Or leaving. I can’t remember which it is.

The house smells like peppers again tonight. That’s a good aroma for sleeping. I just should avoid touching my eye still.