Murph and I have a morning routine: after I get him fed, pills and meds distributed, and my hot chocolate drank, I take him outside. We sit, we walk, he runs, I follow.
As the sun peeked over South Mountain...
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Slooooooooowww...
Joan asked me if I wanted to take her out for lunch. "As a matter of fact, yes, I do. Where would you like me to take you?" She surprised me when she said, "The Old Spaghetti Factory."
A pleasant surprise. I rescheduled a FaceTime call, and we were off (around 12:30). Traffic was easy as we made our way downtown. We had to wait "just a minute while we get a table set up" that turned into about 10 minutes. Once seated, we waited another 15 minutes before the waitress came to our table. It was a preview of what was to come. While the food was good, it was about a two-hour lunch. For spaghetti. At a place where that is pretty much what they offer.
It was kinda painful. Good thing we weren't on a schedule.
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