March 1
I went with Windy to Mrs Winston’s so she could get some strange beverages whished up for her new diet plan.
Mrs Winston’s, so reminiscent of my Plan B, for if I ran out of money retiring so early, I was going to go work at Mrs Gooches, a now-extinct market that was a cross between Mrs Winston’s and Trader Joes.
And here we were at Mrs Winston’s, right across the parking lot from…