…and then driving down to San Diego with Marsha to visit her mom at the rehab where she is getting therapy after a hip replacement.
She’s 83 and needs to get out of there asap so she can get home and take care of her garden. You know, you just can’t really trust anyone else to do it Right.
(ps I’ve been messing around with this thing for way too long, trying to turn a sow’s ear of a picture into a bag you might be willing to take to the beach.)