Gearing up...

If the bone doc says I'm finished, done, over with this broken wrist (I see him for the last time, I hope, in about an hour), I'm thinking about heading for Angwin, California, first thing Tuesday morning. Too many appointments in the middle and end of the month. Not to mention deadlines.

I'll be staying with my friend Donna, and it sounds like she has every minute stacked with things to do. She and her husband are retired, as in not working any more. Hard to imagine, but it's true.