Scorpion, pecs and biceps . . . oh, my!No one warned me they didn't have high-speed internet in the desert.Between that, the seventeen species of scorpions that terrorize this part of the state, and the insufferable electrician plumber carpenter mechanic who can't seem to keep his shirt on, I don't know how I'm supposed to get anything done here! ????????????????????I need an escape from my grief, and possibly my life in general. And I can't think of a better place to run away than my fabled namesake, the hippie-dippy remote west Texas desert compound known as Ivydell.Not that I'm running away. I'm simply taking a brief hiatus. I'll be back.It's not like some shirtless guy with a scorpion tattoo is going to change my whole life.