my turn to bake something for Ryan’s 1950’s men-only-talk-about-politics coffee. every tuesday.
my lady, Linda, at the post office.
running late, per usual. grabbing my coffee and PB toast as i head out the door to a meeting.
strong love affair with the citrus trees in Arizona…
Curly, the pug. he snores.
sunset in the desert.
breakfast, well, in the desert.