Yes, rolling into Tucson was so familiar, and enriched by thoughts of friends. Phil's warmest of welcome mats started me off with a fine guest house to occupy and, in addition, a table set with napery and silverware to make a lovely evening meal of his homemade pasta with a twilight patio visit with he and Terry.
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| Phil's kitchen continues to be a wonder. |
A sense of time is now very confused being three hours different from my internal clock. It hasn't interfered with visiting, however. The warm greetings of friends have continued and my endorphin saturated brain spins happily. How good to see them.
A curious referencing in my brain occurs often. For example, mentions of home are double referenced for an instant as thoughts re-sort themselves; and during directional thinking while driving around Tucson.
I'm a little limited on posting right now because the wifi is a little weak as it passes through several walls to get to the guest house. I'll be back though, and send out wishes for a warm, beautiful springtime weekend.
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| At Phil's guest house. |
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| Early morning. |
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