There and Back

Somewhere in Pinal County

I'm home from a whirlwind trip--if one can call a week "whirlwind." Girl's weekend in the foothills of Tucson was almost perfect--in case anyone wanted to know what the noise was Saturday morning, it was a scream when I found a nope-on-a-rope hanging out on the sidewalk. Seeing my brother and his family made me smile for days on end. I saw a friend I wanted to see. And, I saw Bonus Dad, who walked without assistance the length of his assisted living apartment. He is still as wonderful as ever. 

For the record, I hate flying through DFW. Speaking of records, I think I now hold the record of making it from Terminal A to terminal B in and to my gate in 12 minutes--of which 7 of those minutes I was on the tram. Thank you again, American Airlines for changing my flight without permission and giving me so little time to catch my connection, but more importantly, being so committed to my fitness.

One more tiny thing: happy belated birthday Freedom. I'll call you next week.