It's Vegas, it's Tuesday, it's 4.15 am....

...and I'm sitting up in bed writing this. I have something of a sore throat today, I think it's because I'm so unused to tobacco smoke now that when I do encounter it my body says 'Koff, Koff, go away!'
It is strange after all those years of smoking to be so sensitive to tobacco smoke but at least it puts me off sufficiently to not want to start again and also makes me realise how anti social I was for all those years towards non-smokers, sorry.
I think I'll go for a bit of a wander down The Strip later and see what has changed since my last visit, a fair bit I should imagine. It does feel a little odd to be here on my own. I have the feeling that Madame will walk around the corner any minute, I suppose it's only natural bearing in mind that all my other trips here were with her. Looks like my plan of laying the ghost of previous trips hasn't quite worked out yet, it may still, we'll have to wait and see.
I do love Vegas though, for all the supposed brashness and flashiness there is a normality about it as well as it being a completely alien environment in the middle of a desert. People still get up and go to work, there are teachers, office workers and public servants just like anywhere else. What makes it unusual I suppose is the 24 hour culture; but having said that, even here it is relatively quiet on the streets at 5 am just like many other places. The difference is you can still get a drink, gamble or have a meal in one of the casinos but I suppose you can do that in Reno or Atlantic City as well, who knows what makes it special? I certainly don't.
Vegas is still special though and I do love being here. I wonder if my funds in retirement will stretch to me living here for the Winter months of November to January or will I just have to stay in the UK and wear an extra cardigan. The former I hope. The latter I fear.
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