i live on the frontier. no, really. i hear coyotes howling at night, which is bad news for fox and his young boy dreams of someday sleeping out on the trampoline. the other day a dust devil tore off the foothill and knocked my house around and flipped over our tramp, which ironically is more wind action than i ever saw in tornado alley. and then while i talking with one of my nearest and dearest on the horn, i looked out the window to see that the cows had come home. and i just walked headlong into my bathroom doorframe. that last sentence has nothing to do with the post topic, but i didn't know how to work it in, and i feel less stupid about that kind of stuff if i admit to it outright.