I have been having some minor epiphanies. It is swell to rediscover things I have lived without for a few years now.
Blueberry Pop-Tarts! And look, my $10 toaster from Target even has a pre-set for them!
It's nice to know I'm getting my vitamins and minerals...and more sugar than the recommended daily allowance for a family of 6. [sidebar: What's up with the disturbing figure popping out of the "O"? And what's s/he holding?]
Red tomatoes from the supermarket! (See, my beloved Aussies, red tomatoes. Not green. Not pink. RED.) Herdez salsa casera. Trader Joe's.

Movies by mail!
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I signed up for a two-month membership at a downtown gym. It's nice and close, so I don't have to deal with an interminable busride. I miss my neighborhood gym in Surry Hills, but I am very glad to be back in the routine. I'm not sure how this gym remains in business. It always seems empty when I go. Maybe it's a drug-front for illegal steroids. Nothing like prolonging those urban stereotypes.
After my workout, I had about a half-hour to kill while waiting for the bus, so I walked around the Tucson CBD for a while.
Saguaro in bloom
Closer view
Public art
The Wells Fargo Building

Closer view
More public art
Tucson's newest public parking garage, a textbook example of tragic postmodernesque urban architecture
The Ronstadt* Transit Center, providing daily refuge to hundreds of vagrants and panhandlers
* The Ronstadt family have been an integral part of the Old Pueblo since the late 19th century. Linda herself hails from Tucson. The city has gotten a lot of mileage out of that.
Hydra, one of my favorite "alternative" shops in Tucson, and where I got all my piercings done a few years ago.
Even more public art