Friday afternoon, hoped to get away early, collect the fur kids from Ranch Road and head to the clean, non-mildew-smelling desert home for a brief respite from the madness that comes with renovating a kitchen and bathroom, as well as painting the whole of the inside of the house—I mean EVERYWHERE—closets, ceilings, walls, new baseboards. We left work around 4pm, not early, drove in rush hour traffic to pick up the kids, then more rush hour traffic to the desert. Walked into the PD house, hey! it smelled clean and fresh, there is an island in the kitchen! Cupboards line the walls, the pantry is full of staples and real food. There’s a sink, and oh wait, a microwave, oven, and cooktop, and best of all, the fridge is IN the kitchen! It’s amazing how after less than a week these simple niceties were such a joy to have again. We had a nice home-cooked dinner of chicken and veggies, shared a bottle of wine, soaked in the hot tub, sat by the fire under the stars, came in for an early nigh...