Right now I'm supposed to be on my way to Arizona. Though it is little consolation, and it doesn't make up for navel oranges, this afternoon, I'm heading to Little Rock.
Actually, I'm driving Deb, the Queen of the Coronas, to her surgery tomorrow morning. She has a follow up appointment on Thursday before we head back.
Deb makes me laugh. She's easy to be around. Marty says she treats me like a little sister. She's promised me we'd eat Indian food in Little Rock. Other than the pesky surgery part, I suspect we'll have a good time. If the peopling becomes too much, I've got a book I can take out to the lobby.
And who knows! Maybe I'll find some place selling navel oranges.
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