So, I leave.
It's so nice, taking the bus through Scottsdale. Lots of people hate the bus, but I rather like it. Not when it's jammed and hot, but when it's cool and quiet in the spring.
It helped that I had a good book on my palmtop. Gentle, soothing motion, the sounds of an engine, and the last of March Upcountry and the start of March to the Sea.