Although I’d had grand plans for getting up early and driving out to Cameron around nine, my body had different ideas. Between the moving stress and the s*x and those tiny little people inside me who needed every spare ounce of energy I had, I crashed hard that night, and didn’t even wake up until it was almost eight-thirty. And then there was hardly any food in the house, and of course here we couldn’t just stroll out the back door and be in downtown Flagstaff, with plenty of places to get something to eat. We ended up showering and getting dressed, and then finally making it to breakfast at the country club around ten-thirty. Thank goodness it was a Sunday, a day when people liked to brunch, so we didn’t need to worry about it being too late to get some actual breakfast food.
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